Sunday, April 3, 2011

My Table

Why 
are you
on
my table
again?
 Whose table?

You
aren't
supposed
to walk on 
my table! 
 Whose table?
I
don't 
want you
on
my table...
 Whose table?

I
just
organized
all these
papers;
get off
my table!

Whose table?
Okay,
I'll move
my papers
off 
your table.
It's okay,
I think
I can
make
them work
for me.

2 comments:

  1. Ah-h, the royal life of a cat! I like the conversational aspect, but sorry, you lost. Good to see the photo, of course.

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  2. Oh my goodness! I love this! It reminds me of when I still had my cat and she'd get up on my lap and plunk down on top of the papers I was trying to correct.
    Thank you for this!

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