The Sacred Meow Society

I'm late to the Meeting on purpose. My back left paw Needed 10 or 12 More licks. Another write-up Headed my way. So what? None of us can Write or read anyway. The Society is not What it used to be. The Calicos hog the floor. Between coughing Up hair balls They espouse on Innovative scratching posts And the hidden Benefits of sour milk. Siamese are the worst, though. Not saying a word. Just Glaring about in creepy pairs. "We are Siamese if you please DON'T." I'm having a blast on my own, Sitting in this tipped-over Garbage can in my cozy-dark alley Enjoying my Heathcliff strip. Classic. Garfield's overwritten. Heathcliff's real. My old friend, Iglesias, a true Burmese, Says he met the real Heathcliff Back in '85. I call Bull-litter. Ah geez, They're rawring for me now, Cuz it's my birthday And they made Some sort of parfait Fulla old bananas And moldy raisins. So if I'm a total no-show They're all gonna be Hissed off. I better get going. Thanks for listening To my PurrCast. Don't forget to Lick and subscribe.