There once was a cat from Williamsburg...
Buster is a mysterious little fur face. He enjoys strings, cat towers, opening doors at 4 am, and crinkly tubes that make him feel invisible. Many wonder why he enjoys such things; well some of us believe he is trying to tell us.
On our small refrigerator (seriously, it is one step up from a college fridge) we have amassed a great deal of magnet poetry. For the longest time these little magnets have lain dorment. There are a few dirty phrases from when we first put the words on the fridge, but for the most part they have just been used for a little needed texture for the otherwise plain white appliance.
That is until it first caught Buster's eye a little over a month ago.
In the proceeding weeks Buster has managed to knock off more than 151 words. Eash carefully chosen to express his sick little imagination. Here, for your enjoyment, is Buster's unabridged first sonnet.
twirl with stupid
develop fall birthday career
happy quality
blue smell collect nature
woman option home can feded breakfast
page were challenging leader hat turn quiet
I love we
popsicle through under mom sun fun
storm dinner sing cocoon fat
here these boy excel slow inside baby which greeny me
remember experience basket sister on you the cry that lake meal
go away like or discover imagine strong spring
would heart collection
lake party fast but experience believe thunder were said
challengingful rocketr career
say tiger future baby
let as that very an
technology falling
his wish you friendship happy
through birthday develop grown-up mirror
are as her live
stupidest dinner time
inside some joy cocoon learning farm chair excel ask
explode courageously
the candle smell evening sports
come down love ear
big prepare were quiet
button year bird achieve
basket thud woman
gain dream feet
under how
summering
almost grass
Read into it however you like. Personally, I think it is detailing the epic struggle between the love of belly rubs and his fascination with the bathroom sink.
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