The Green Room

Why must I be your prisoner, locked in the pistachio green room all day? I have given you perfect love and constant, faithful loyalty I speak your name every day, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but you order me to shut up. I devour your daily tuna fare and brazenly beg for more. You are held in motherly high esteem, yet, here I am, locked in the square green room. The days can be hollow and lonely. IfRead more

The Talkative One

This guy. Doesn’t always know when to shut up. He is the most talkative, boisterous cat that has ever owned me. Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. The reason for the non-stop cat calling? Not sure, but I have a few guesses: I’m hungry Pet me I’m hungry Love me I’m hungry Pay attention to me You’re home now, which means I’m hungry Play with me I’m hungry Are you eating without me? I’m hungry Is NatashaRead more