((Disclaimer: I don't own cats. Never have and I probably never will. she says as reality rears its ugly face))
Electra: Quite Bluntly
Electra is loud, but she sure is sweet,
Even, if you will, slightly upbeat.
She doesn't get all this sappy 'love stuff'
Or why a rose;
Instead of being just a flower,
Is drowning in prose.
Quite bluntly, she sees the harder side of life,
One assumes she's been through toil and strife,
Was it life on the streets that made her so tough?
Or maybe to blame;
Was difficult owner (those humans are dumb)
All they waste! What a shame.
Well, all's well that ends well, such as this day,
That's what Shakespeare said, (I think, anyway.)
But a story like that of a kitten never really draws to a close,
It goes on like;
The endless chatter of a good friend,
Or a rollercoaster with emotional ditches and spikes.
So on goes the story, for now, at least,
Her story a sort of intellectual feast,
And there'll be a happy end, as everyone knows.
Or will it be there?
One never can tell while living this life,
With few who listen and fewer who care.
((PS notes: Whoooo that made no sense! Yay for insanity! Go ahead and try to find a theme in that mess of loosely rhyming words, I'll give you a muffin ))