• Tober is sitting next to me on the blue blanket. He always wants attention, but only on his kitty time. Always warm and always curled up happily next to my side purring. He is the cold silent type.

    Chloe is always follwing me around like an ex-lover who just can't let that string go and move on with their life. I had to let her go; too much catnip. She loves me and wants my undivided attention, and hates it when Tober comes into the bedroom. She is such a abusive kitty b***h.

    I love my kitties


    P.S. This isnt meant to be like rated on the same level as real poetry. I know its bad and stupid. I did it because its hilarious and I wrote it when my friends and I were drunk. So, stop posting ridiculously negative comments about it that I have to delete, its annoying.