23 June 2012
The cat. He stares at you with wide eyes as you enter the house. You suspect something...
He cowers away for your expression to come for whilst you were away he had his fun
Curtains in tatters, ruffled carpets, tuffted cusions, pulled sofas, wallpaper in shreds.
He looks at you, cleans his whiskers, and answers you most appealingly: "Me? Blame it on the dog!"
The Cat • Opuss № I