It’s my 30th birthday on Sunday and there is NOTHING I want more than Tod the Birthday Flamingo art to fill my little eyeballs with! Please draw him in your style and tag me in it/send it to me I will be so so so happy.
cats can smell
and for months this stray finds
every last trace scent of our old dog.
sprays and rips at rooms until we know
the cat knows— he wasn’t here first.
makes us pay for the deception.
two apartments later
when the smell of the old boy finally
stops offending the cat, we settle—
become a family with a pet for good.
until one day
months after the move, kitty claws—
tears to shreds at innocent wallpaper.
over and over guts birds on that print
and we all stop— not so scared at cat
outrage, than paused at the amount
of blood coming from inside a house.