The process of choosing
was all about size, the boxy head.
His father was a champion;
perfect black standard nose.
Perhaps he was over kennel-clubbed,
bred to a neurotic frenzy.
I didn't realize personality would be
such a compatibility issue.
You make no bones about loathing;
yell at him, as if he couldn't hear.
Every time I clean up a mess,
you encourage a tabby.
R.A.D. Stainforth enjoys a mellow glass of Sunday wine...
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