Log Cabin Chronicles

Sometimes I dream of Potato. I do.

Fra Anonymous

I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You will ever be

Today I sniffed
Many dog behinds. I celebrate
By kissing your face

I sound the alarm!
Paper boy, come to kill us all
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I sound the alarm!
Garbage man, come to kill us all
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

How do I love thee?
The ways are as numberless as
My hairs on the rug

My human is home!
I am so ecstatic I have
Made a puddle

I Hate my choke chain.
Look, world, they strangle me! Ack!
Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack!

Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot, no greater bliss. Well,
Maybe catching cats

Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much as I do

The cat is not all
Bad, she fills the litter box
With tootsie rolls

Dig under the fence, why?
Because it is there. Because it's
There. Because it's there

I am your best friend,
Now, always, and especially
When you are eating.


Passed along by Marshall Freedland, who surfs half naked in the heat of Miami.


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