Boy could I use a kitty day care,
No more watching the Packers playing ball with Sophie tapping players on the field,
No more me yelling ’Nooooo!, Stop that! Don’t climb the curtain!,
Sophie and her sister leave and my Black cat enters the room.
I look away real fast,
Its quiet in the hall, then crash!
Now Mr Black’s sitting blocking my view.
We have nothing to brag on when it comes to kitty box skills,
No skill set, potty here,
I think kitties were smarter when I was younger,
My wife calls their activity due to being bored.
I want to shout ‘learn a skill!
Potting on all carpet by the walls, not a skill!
They are cute,
Three month old so teen agers,
Sherry said what I need was spray bottles.
I got two ,
Sherry got two for me,
The little dikens know I can not spray them around corners.
Now I’m all bundled up,
From our kitchen I hear them.
Its like the invasion of Chuckie,
So you got young?
It’s so cold in here,
I left the game early.
Though not in Green Bay my home’s metal and burr cold.
So I bid all a good night.
Sure wish kittens were trained to potty in bathroom.
My black cat potties in tub,
by my wife, Val’s Whitewolf Media