Since I’m busy elsewhere during MoFo month, I asked some special friends to help out over here. Regardless of the fact that I woke up with this cat in my bed, he has a real soft spot for a certain panda friend of mine….
Guest Post: Huxley
I am the Huxley, I speak for the cats
I speak for the cats cause that’s where it’s at.
All you well meaning humans with your parcels of food
I am here to tell you what is bad and what’s good.
I sniff at your agar and stare down your roots
But this is not food for which I give a hoot.
You have bags of fine noodles and boxes of tofu
But for cats with a hunger those simply will not do.
Some sort of pasta formed to miniature wheels,
I sniff at the box top but this is no deal.
Half peeled fruit that is orange and round;
I just look away and leave with no sound.
We hop on the table seeking tastier treats
but this pile of veggies is easy to beat.
Zelda is saddened and I’m feeling blue.
Oh foolish humans, what is a hungry cat to do?
But then from the freezer with a hue and a cry
I see what I want with a gleam in my eye!
So crispy and fried, potatoed and hot
All cats really want is their own bowl of tots.