The impish kitten looks at me in disdain.
Oh! Its dirty litter! I did it (not) again!
The kitchen knife glints in its sheen.
I suppress the urge to scream.
Violence is bad, I assure myself,
As I grab a cookie from the shelf.
A deep breath is all I need.
The kitten asks, where’s my feed?
Inner zen is forgotten and discarded,
As I wish myself, again, dead.
Do you want a recipe for bliss?
Never with a hassled cat momma mess!
P.C – Paul Hanaoka from ‘Unsplash’
