EMIL CATT

You animal

You pet

Destroyer of cherished tchotchkes, beloved hand-me-downs, and red leather ottomans

Inept hunter of small birds, clumsy beetles, leaves floating down the gutter

Yowling

Shedding

Bed, sofa and chair hog

You drive me mad

You howl to be let out

You cry to be let back in

STOP LOOKING AT ME

OFF THE KEYBOARD

I AM TRYING TO WRITE HERE

GO ON GET DOWN GO AWAY

Oh, come here

I didn’t mean it

Let me scratch your ears

Yeah

That feels good

That’s my good boy

You sweety

You muse

Oh sure grab my necklace