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One day instead of just “scooping” the cat box
for the 15th time or so, I decided to actually change
the cat litter.
It was an “epiphany.”
Whatever the hell that means.
I guess it means my neighbors celebrate.
Look at them dance.
And the apartment manager stops by to tell me
a sheriff’s representative will not be serving me
with an “eviction” notice today.
And that when I invite a friend over to watch the game
he/she actually comes in instead of standing outside
shaking his/her head and crying.
What’s that all about?
Perhaps on the way over they saw a squirrel run over by a car.
I know the feeling.
Hmmmm, all very interesting.
Especially, since I don’t even have a cat.
Oh, sorry…that was a “typo.”
How presumptuous and embarrassingly
lacking in proper sense of humility.
I would have thought that would have been caught
by a decent spell-checker.
It should have read:
“The Day I Became God Good…
At Changing the Cat Box and Thus Became Far Superior to God”