Cat In My Canvas
No other cats are blue.
Why me?
She is a weirdy-cat herself, this artist woman.
Her cartoon witches are laughable, and I am blue?
Uh-oh. Here she comes again.
Yesterday she added hot pink to my ears.
I thought I was done!
I am irritated now. What is she about?
Glitter!
Glitter is a girl’s color!
Don’t approach me with that horrible glitzy silver….
Ugh!
Now I have it in my mouth.
I hate artists,
Her, in particular.
No telling what she will do to me tomorrow.
Hey! No tail!
What cartoon cat has no tail?
Crap. The brown cat does not have a tail either.
And she calls herself an artist. Scoff.
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