***Sigh****
What’s the matter?
I’m
depressed.
What
are you depressed about? You are 3 months old, in perfect health,
your whole life ahead of you,you have at least one human being
totally in thrall, you have a warm, comfortable home and as many
kittie bics as you can get outside of, what’s there to be depressed
about?
But
what’s the point? I mean, when you get right down to it? What’s
it all for?
Have
you fallen out with Mr Wobbles again?
There
you go, trivialising my pain….you just don’t understand. You’ll
be sorry you
weren’t more sympathetic.
Will
I? Why? Are you planning some terrible revenge in the middle of the
night? Going to trip me up when I’m going down the stairs? Rat me
out to the Cat Protection League?
Much
worse. I’m going to write a poem
Fuck