Carl is pouring milk out on the floor,
Into his bowl. Looking at the milk carton,
Like he is reading it or something, He’s
Giving me the one-eye, hugging his bowl,
Like I wanted it. Yuck, not now.
He made a nasty mess for me to clean up.
The next minute, he bails out, scramming,
When he sees me coming.
Then I go to look for him.
He was at the neighbors,
Teaching their little girl how to read.
Go figure. And it’s Latin at that!
It just makes me wonder,
How can one cat, be such a pain
And a pleasure too.