Cat climbed up the back of his chair to perch on the top like it’s on a throne
Leaving small rips in the fabric in its passage
And he hated when the feline did that
When the cat ran away though, he reminisced about every hole
Claw (an acrostic poem)
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Shrink (an acrostic story)
She looked at her client perched on her couch. “Tell me again what’s wrong?”
He didn’t dignify her with a response.
“Really? You don’t want to say anything?”
It didn’t seem to alter his disposition. He closed his eyes to slits and stared at her
Now these were the times she wished she had thought about this if this was the right career for her
Knowing this, would she have not gone into cat psychology? Probably not. Mr. Butters left the couch and jumped onto her lap as if to seal the deal. Purrrrfection!
Glue (an acrostic poem)
Given how attached he was to her, how he loved her
Letting her go never entered his mind. He wanted to be with her at all times
Under that notion, he physically stuck himself to her
Eventually, his mommy got the cat away from him, but not after lots of scratches. Love was hard.
Hacked (an acrostic conversation)
He’s just pretending he has all my info.
And what if he’s not?
Could be he really has my password.
Know what? Doesn’t matter. You didn’t like digital life anyway
Everything you said is true, except when it comes to watching cat videos
Damn! I forgot about those. I’m sorry you were…
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The Price of Love
Hal looked at Petunia as he left the bathroom. “My god, Petunia! What the hell did you eat?”
Petunia barely looked up from her position on the couch.
“No really. You blew up the bathroom and you didn’t even have the decency to even try to cover it up.”
Petunia closed her eyes and looked away.
“I mean, come on!”
Petunia still didn’t do anything. Hal began to feel stupid for complaining. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just been hard, and you know about a man and his throne.
Hal moved over to the couch to sit next to her, but Petunia got up and walked away. “Why do you have to be that way?” he asked.
Petunia spared him the briefest of glances before turning away from him.
“Damn it, Petunia! Come here.” When she didn’t move Hal continued. “Is this how you’re going to treat me? You go out all night carousing, not coming home till the morning and you expect me to pretend nothing is wrong. The bed gets awfully lonely you know.”
Petunia left the room. Hal put his head in his hands. “I put a roof over your head.” He looked up from his hands at the door she had walked through. “I put food on your plate. I buy everything you have. The least you can do is give me a little attention!”
Petunia came back into the room and cocked her head to the side.
Hal sighed. “Fine. I’ll feed you first.” He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, Petunia following in his wake. He opened a can of tuna and put it on the floor. When Petunia set in on her feast, Hal scratched between her ears, unlocking a deep purr from her.
Hal sunk to the floor next to her. She hit him in the face with her tail. “Cats,” he whispered with a small smile on his face.
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Cat (an acrostic poem)
Conceptual physics is for chumps
Actually doing experiments is a must to prove things
That’s why I knocked the bowl off that table. Bam! Gravity.
Count (an acrostic poem)
Creepy dude in aisle four
Obviously is a few cards short of a full deck
Unless it is normal to keep inventorying the cat food cans
Now I think his outfit is dope,
The cape is fly, but the laughter after each number….
Allergic to Love
Chris stalked Jennifer carefully, not wanting to reveal his presence. She was with that guy, Fred. Chris wanted to claw Fred’s eyes out. He just always rubbed Chris the wrong way. Fred even had the nerve to lie about being allergic to Chris to keep Jennifer away. The bad thing is she believed it and was now trying to meet with Fred secretly. Well tonight Chris was going to ruin their little rendezvous. If Jennifer didn’t know what was good for her then Chris would just cut the pretty boy’s face. That would make Jennifer see the light.
As Chris crept closer, Fred began to sneeze.
Jennifer pulled back from Chris’ embrace. “I showered and changed my clothes,” Jennifer said.
“It just started up,” Fred said, how voice cracking. “It’s like…”
Chris couldn’t wait anymore. He dashed out from underneath the bush and leapt at Fred, claws ready to kill, when Jennifer scooped him up in her arms.
“Bad kitty!” Jennifer said. “How did you get out?”
Fred practically fell backward off the bench as he scrambled to his feet while sneezing at least ten times. “Sorry, got to go,” he blurted out as he fled the backyard.
Jennifer looked the cat in the eye with a hint of malice lurking there, but Chris began to purr. Jennifer shook her head in disbelief, but then began to pet him. “I don’t know what I am going to do with you.”
Just keep doing what you’re doing, thought Chris.
Cat (an acrostic poem)
Counting one one thousand, two..
As the half-filled shot glass completed its journey from the table to the floor
Thus proving the acceleration of gravity is still approximately 9.8 m/s^2
Never Short On Words 