I Don't Know What to Do

I don’t know what to do.  I love him, but I think he has developed a drug problem.

I thought I had gotten rid of his stash.  It had taken a while to find it all.

I have no idea how he could have gotten more, but addicts have their ways.

He has more of an edge to him, been a bit speedy, and even at times violent. 

This morning he tipped over the garbage, left me bleeding, and ran me over—twice.

“That’s it!” I say as I cuddle him close. “This house is now a cat nip free zone!”

Thomas' Rap

My name is Thomas and I’m a ginger moggy.

When I takes a bath, I look real soggy.

I get away with murder doing the feline boogie.

My name is Thomas and I’m a cute ass kitty.

It’s a good thing because I'm a bit snitty.

I get away with murder, 'cause  I'm my daddies itty-bitty.

My name is Thomas and I’m a naughty ass puss.

I may be little, but I ain't no wuss.

I get away with murder with an unscarred tush.

My name is Thomas and I’m a cute ass kitty.

M-E-O-W

You know you loves me.