My Cat, Lover

Here I sit composing juices spurting spewing, gushing, splashing, dripping every wall! like Mount Etna awakened my mind erupting with poetic genius like Roman Candles on 4th of July up hops lover, the cat he tangles my hands mounts the keyboard demanding, purring I say, "lover, have you no respect for art, for my exquisite, rarer singular mind producing -- he meows needfully reminds me "nothing more important than petting" --