Cats Reign Supreme Cat, enough of your greedy whining and your small pink bumhole. Off my face! You’re the life principle, more or less, so get going February by - Margaret Atwood Nothing to do all day except sit in the windowsill. My human delegates chores and the dog wags her tail but I don’t think she understands my human wants a helping hand and mutters something about opposable thumbs. Doesn’t she see I’m hard at work? Cat, enough of your greedy whining Birds and lizards come up to the window. If I were not here, surely they’d have free access to the house. The dog trots off in search of my human, she loathes being alone without attention Time to place my backside up and your small pink bumhole. I’m not sure the creatures outside are sufficiently impressed as I stretch; my backend in full view. Unlike the dog, I’ve learned it’s best to show little interest. My human is quick to snap when the dog gets underfoot. I jump off the windowsill and go offer my human a distraction. Off my face! You’re the life principle Finally, my human sees my worth. It only took me sitting on her face. I wonder what reward I will receive but she stands up and calls the dog. They both go into the backyard I’m left looking out the back window. Perhaps if I start meowing she’ll come back inside to acknowledge the inherent worth of cats over dogs more or less, so get going... human!
NaPoWriMo Prompt – And last but not least, here is our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today’s prompt comes to us from this list of “all-time favorite writing prompts.” It asks you to name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. Maybe your alter-ego is a streetwise detective, or a superhero, or a very small goldfinch. Whoever or whatever your alternate self may be, I hope this prompt lets you stretch both your writing skills and your self-knowledge.
Good afternoon and welcome to day eight of NaPoWriMo where I’m not exactly sure I stuck to the prompt, but as someone left alone in a house with animals all day; if I were to have an alter-ego I would like to be one of the pets so I could sit around and do nothing all day. And no, your eyes do not deceive you this is loosely a glosa (the rhyme scheme is missing) and I’m not sure the lines from February are incorporated well. I have definitely spent more than enough time on this poem, today and those chores I try to delegate aren’t getting done. Thank you for reading my day eight contribution.