Meowing at my slave's door, running out into the yard, clawing the couch, knocking over red wine bottles, pretending the bedsheets are my mom, sniffing the garbage, sleeping, eating, jumping on Sugah, boning kitty bitches and working on my solo record, "Meows in the Key of Your Mom."
Kitty bitches who don't hiss when I stop calling. Someone willing to lend me their car keys.
Fleetwood Meow, Cat Stevens, Pussycat Dolls, Stray Cats, Cat Power, Muzzle, DAKOTA.
I don't watch movies, I make them. You know what kind. Purr.
When Animals Attack, Animal Cops: Miami and Laverne and Shirley.
I can't read.
I'd like to give a meow-out to my SoFla kitties: Chip, Ootie (where u at girl? Call me!), Nigel, Mistah Bill, Muso (RIP -- pour one for him), Luka, Kasha, Pearl, Sammy, Charlie, Scooter, Missy, Whiskey/Fluffy and all the kitties calling the dplace streets home.