Dad says he's never seen such scenes as what he saw out there.
Last Sunday mom was getting dad's clothes all laid out for the week and was trying to fill his duffle bag. As you can see, I needed to leave my scent on it so dad wouldn't forget me (or you just wanted to lay on it).
Yesterday mom was working on some things on the floor, and I knew she needed my help with that as well, so I planted myself firmly atop a file folder next to her (or you just wanted to lay on it).
Shut up, dad. Wait, I think I hear work calling. They need you to work somewhere else again. Anyway, while dad was out there he snapped a picture of someone he saw in a closet in an apartment and sent it to me and mom.
Is that not awesome? Dad is blathering on about a doppelganger or some crap. Whatever.
So dad usually leaves mom a note every day on the laptop for her to find when she wakes up. Apparently he thought he was feeling creative one recent morning after a playful encounter with yours truly, and this was what he wrote:
She's an odd one this cat, her quirks and her ways,
The things that she does, the things that she says.
Remember last night and that odd way she cried?
She was doing it again, so I crawled from my side
Of the bed that we share, to see what made her sing
And she was sitting there meowing in front of her string.
I'm not sure what she wanted, though it seemed to me
She merely wanted attention from you or from me!
So I picked up that string, swung it to and fro,
She swatted and clawed and it pleased her so.
She then walked away and her food did attack,
While I patted and rubbed o'er her shoulders and back
As if she were starving and hadn't eaten in days,
She's an odd one this cat, her quirks and her ways!
Don't quit your day job, dad.