I got home from work last Thursday in time to catch the end of the Health Care Summit on TV. I found our cat Ted asleep on the couch, gently fed him his evening thyroid pill, then sat with him and watched some of the debate among President Obama and the distinguished members of Congress.
Later on, I went upstairs to the computer and found Ted eying me coldly as I entered the room. These words were on the monitor:
i am asleep
and bam he wakes me up
ted-boy he says
teddy bear
ted my sweetheart
what a sweet teddy-boy
meanwhile he’s getting me in a head-lock and is
squeezing the corners of my mouth so it opens and
jamming a pill down the back of my throat
good boy he says
listen
i know i’m fortunate to have affordable health care
many cats do not
but the system should give a cat the freedom
to choose his own provider
as for this guy
if i were bigger
i would eat him
I was somewhat shaken by these words, which came as a great surprise to me. But then I realized they could not be Ted’s true feelings. Ted loves me. He was just tinkering with his persona for literary purposes…that explains it.
And by the way, he was much sweeter the first time he wrote.
Ted the Cat (1994-present) is a domestic shorthair blogger and vers libre poet. He also enjoys sleeping, eating, and lurking. Ted the Cat co-habits with Kaze,
also a blogger at 317am.net.
Kaze, the Li-Dinasty read this post and asked me to move my shapely beeeehind, so they could write the following:
Good Lord!
This guy, this chap
you own, Ted,
he's nice and
so's his blog
but
why, oh why
does he not
comprehend
that it is the pill
that's tinkering with
your dulcet personality?
The pill and watching
pollittiks.
Mriauauauaw,
Tov, Charlie, Patcou, Ram, and Bertus-Li
Your cats may be right, Deborah. But I'm wondering how they managed to write collaboratively. The cats I've had were not exactly big on teamwork!
Don't forget that the cats that own us are extremely high class and belong to the same Dinasty.
(whispers: I am also a very severe slave and won't accept any unfriendly gestures. They listen to me. Ha!)
Has Ted met Mehitabel?
Louise, toujours gai!