So maybe this is going to be an evening thing for me.
Robert Earl Keen croons to me Weeping steel strings in the background Dogs sack out in the hallway Just close enough to glimpse the Menace The new kitten has her bluff in on them.
Charging like an old-time jouster She skitters down the way on tippy-toes Puffed up like a blow-fish, tail erect Eyes flashing, deep warning growls Echoing off the walls, she charges. I can hear the dogs' nails on the linoleum As they scramble to get away. She pulls up short, watching with a twitchy tail Satisfied of a successful conquest once more.
(ARggghhh...inner editor definitely off tonight.:-)