Chuck (charlesofcamden) wrote,
Chuck
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Muse in Our Midst, or Should I Say Mews

It’s been a while since I’ve invoked Bun-Butt’s name in this space. That’s her to the left. How to describe her… well, she has a little stub instead of a tail, she’s deaf as a post, and she does very little other than lying around dreaming of Treat Time and occasionally seeking very specific modes of affection. After spending months trying out different names, it was CC who dubbed her Bun-Butt, and it stuck. It’s all quite a contrast to Cy, who likes people, likes other cats, likes to run around doing cat-like things, and insanely craves any opportunity to chase the laser pointer beam around the floor.

To top it all off, Bun-Butt has demonstrated occasional issues with proper usage of the litter box. This outside-the-box thinking has tried our patience severely, but still she remains as part of the household.

I bring up her name because of a confluence of factors that occurred on Saturday afternoon. I was listening to an all-Beatles radio feed through iTunes when I was struck with inspiration. Within a few minutes’ time, I had dashed off the following. I hadn’t originally intended to share it in this space, but after CC reacted to it with protracted hysterics, I decided to go ahead. It’s sung to the tune of “I’ve Just Seen a Face.”

I’ve just heard a cat, although I don’t believe that she has heard me back.
She’s pooping on the floor, I wish she wouldn’t do that anymore.
Phew, phew, phew, phew-ew phew.

If she were another way, a cat who liked to run and play, I might
Like her a little more. But as it is, I’ll wipe the floor tonight.
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.

Pooping, yes she keeps pooping,
And I keep scooping
It up again.

I’ve just seen a cat, she moves about as quickly as my welcome mat.
I have to fill her plate, and for her thanks she poops and urinates.
I-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi.

I’ve just seen a bun, she waddles through the room as if she weighs a ton.
She doesn’t have a tail, and now I need to get my mop and pail.
Why, why, why, why, oh why?

Pooping, yes she keeps pooping,
And I keep scooping
It up again.
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