Tagged: ford
I can't write poetry
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if I could though I'd write one about Ford
cause as I slept on the couch today
sick, stuffed-up and generally feeling awful
little guy came and cuddled with me
all day
and didn't even get mad
when I coughed in his face by accident.
what a guy.
had a fight with President Ford today
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came home to this bullshit and for what?
because this morning Ford Prefect was being mouthy, as he is every morning and I was trying to doze and he ruined it and was following Tyrone around getting underfoot and yelling and I said just spray him with the bottle so he goes away and so Tyrone did, and Ford Fairlane went away for a while but came back to harass me so I got 'im in the face with the spray bottle and he was quiet and watched us from around corners all morning.
came home and what did I find
Tyrone's pencil sharpener busted open with pencil shavings scattered everywhere. not a single piece of paper touched, not a pencil out of place. just the sharpener in pieces all over the floor with wood shavings spread around the living room
and my leg lamp Christmas tree ornament (kept out because my mom made me superstitious), the leg lamp near the door, the torso by the stereo system, a hand on the table near the lamp. a head and a foot still unaccounted for.
just enough to show us that we both pissed him off, but not enough for us to get really mad at him,
not enough to spray him with the bottle, to be sure.
at least he didn't pee on our shoes.
hi, I'm Ford
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like, Ford Prefect.not to be confused with
Harrison Ford
Ford Fiesta
Betty Ford
Henry Ford
Clinton Ford
Francis Ford Coppola
Gerald Ford
Jack Ford
Robert Ford
and definitely not
Evil Toronto Rob Ford
I'm so handsome and so affectionate that as I was being adopted two different people called to ask if I was still waiting to be adopted out, so Alyson and Tyrone knew they were pretty lucky because I was such a popular guy.
now that I'm home I like to sit in the red chair in the living room
so I can see what everyone is doing
and if I'm not there
or underfoot, meowing for your attention
I like to hide in quiet places to snooze
like Alyson's closet
or among her shoes
or under the bed.
this morning Tyrone found me inside the cabinet behind the shower in the bathroom
what was I doing in there?
right now the fire alarms are being tested in the building, and that's scary, so I'm snuggled next to Alyson since she's home sick today with a headache and stuffy sinuses. I'm purring at her until she gets better.
but I realize this isn't a pet-blog, and though I'll be making appearances on this blog from time to time, I promise that I won't make a habit of writing to you guys all the time.
besides, I'll be too busy demanding cuddles, playing with my toys and lying on laps to blog much.
