When the cat licks the

Cheese, you *could* throw it out, or

Simply label it. 


Is My Cream Whipped Yet

In my kitchen are

Eighteen tins, but none of them

Have tomatoes in 

There’s someone outside.
Um. Run? Fight? Fight. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT –
Oh. Oh, wait. It’s you.

Cats on sofa

I wish that I was
Someone whose spaghetti fits
Neatly in the pan.

Tuesday Sp

Terrifying Headless Lady
She wants you to join her behind the red curtain.
Perhaps if you become very good friends she will let you try on her spare arms.