January 10, 2014
“A Place to Sit”
A poem by Moiré, dedicated to the great Maya Angelou
I’ve sat on a chair,
I’ve sat on a sill,
I’ve sat on the floor,
I’ve gotten a chill.
I’ve sat on a shelf,
I’ve sat in the sink,
I’ve sat in a pan,
and made quite a stink.
And now I’ve determined,
the best place to wait,
is where you will see me,
on your cheap dinner plate.
MOIRE (c) JAN 2014
I am a cat. A cat that has done more, seen more, and been more than most men will ever know. My pedigree is defined by modest lineage but I have risen to be one of the finest. One of the most humble, modest, handsome, intelligent, regal, charming, and cunning felines you may ever meet. I often have 'run-ins' with the MPA tight-wad, fun-hater COO, Justin over such things as spa visits and luxury grooming. Having a cat with the skills I possess is not in-expensive. I don't come with a manual and there is no 'figuring me out'. I write a weekly column called "ASK MOIRE" where my faithful readership gets advice and suggestions for a healthy, more balanced life by sending questions to this email address: MOIRE@ASKMPA.COM
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