Shrink (an acrostic story)

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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!

New Year (an acrostic poem)

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Now everyone was counting the seconds

Excited about a new beginning, a new something

What changes were possible

Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly

Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs

And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep

Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day.  That was worth celebrating

Pouch (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps he pretty much was a slouch

Obviously because he never left his couch

Under that gut he had quite the brain I can avouch

Could be churlish and his taste quite louche

He made his money from selling his indoor poncho with a built in …

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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Cute (an acrostic poem)

Cuddling her close, Derrick enjoyed her warmth

Under his light touch, she purred with pleasure

The night was young and the two of them were curled up on the couch together

Even though Derrick was allergic, he still loved his kitty

 

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