Cat Hair

Black
Cat
Upon my bed,
Your little hairs
Tread, on everything.
On my stairs,
They stick
To socks,
And feet,
And clothes - once neat.
My toilet
And sink
Are covered
Because you choose to drink
There.
My floors
All wood,
Hide your dander
And fluff
In each corner.
My option?
Who knows?
Who stays?
Who goes?
You!
No,
My cat,
I love you
And your hair,
Which will always be there.

by Teedy Dawn

Comments (1)

Even better is when you wake up in the morning and pull one from your mouth and wonder how it got THERE. -chuck