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Three Line Lunch: Jam-Up on the Cat-Oh-Five
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 36
Jam-Up on the Cat-Oh-Five
We live in LA, city of traffic jams on the 405 and other freeways.
One recent morning we had three cats bunched up outside our cat door.
Elise announced: “It’s a jam-up on the cat-oh-five!”
mine fight for window position. The oldest always wins.
Over the years we've found that works to a point. But the oldsters get too old and then they lose their position and get challenged for it by the youngers. Not always, but often.
mine fight for window position. The oldest always wins.
Over the years we've found that works to a point. But the oldsters get too old and then they lose their position and get challenged for it by the youngers. Not always, but often.
cats are like garlic. never too many/much.
=^..^= and =^..^=
Allie & Rosie, Mindy's cats
That's not what the California Health Department says…
Ahh, whadda they know?
cats are like garlic. never too many/much.
=^..^= and =^..^=
Allie & Rosie, Mindy's cats
That's not what the California Health Department says…
Ahh, whadda they know?