As she so often does, being two-dimensional.
But still, but still...
Scuttling furtive scratchy skritcher. Nosing through your trash.
Yet so soft and fuzzy-wuzzy was he. (It.)
Humming happily. Coming to trim your expectations.
And accept the duties of your job, your life, your everything. Maybe?
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
Last refuge of the stupid. Where laziness is the call to action.
Watch me sing. Watch me fly.
Hang around and watch paint dry. And see what we get.
Every cat has a face. See? Right there, in the brush.
And this one is thinking about you. Thinking something. About you.
Wet girl doesn't seem to care about you. Doesn't seem to care.
About much of anything. Meanwhile, the water's rising.
There's no business like. But if you show me your monkey.
Then I'll know you mean it.
I see them when I walk. I see them when I stop. I see them when I sleep.
I see them standing in my dreams, and in the morning sun.
You don't see things like this unless.
You are very unlucky. Or very lucky. Or your name is Bob.
It's everywhere, it's everywhere. Dog product.
So ubiquitous, so useless. Like dogs.