Comatosed

Was he comatosed
Or had he been kittytosed
When he sleeps the most.

We just had a Carolina loud sonic boom. 
Doors and windows rattled. Our cat
never moved a muscle or even tried
to tussle. If you were kittytosed,
would you want another piece of
toast. Jim Horn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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