Advance!
Tarry not amidst the discarded clutter and detritus
Cardboard mountains of consumed tv dinners and too many drinks
But go! Go forth!
Battle overflowing litter trays stinking of piss.
Face the frequently forgotten and affeared
Tray hidden beneath the back stairs
All to oft' left long
And wilfully misremembered when done so.
Oh, if only I could discourse a river such as Hercules
To wash before me this feline faeces
Be brave little cat mother!
(Not so little in form,
But little in resolve)
Suck deep of breathe and hold
And triumphant undefeated, discard
Behold litter all clean and new
To be promptly christened with urine and poo.
Ive been watching a midsummers nights dream on dvd. Helen mirren as Queeb Titannia.
I opt for tarry.
ReplyDeleteWe had a cat (WhiteCat) whose use of the tray ensured that tarrying wasn't an option. If he used the tray it had to be cleaned. THEN. Regardless of the time of day or night.