More of my peculiar life
A while ago, I wrote this haiku:
Reading my haiku
to the cat—
He looks away.
When people come to visit, one of our cats always greets them, and they ask, “Oh, is this the haiku critic?” And I have to explain that no, that’s the other cat who is currently hiding under covers on our bed in the other room. He doesn’t like anything new or different or out of the ordinary. Hence his reluctance to embrace haiku.
He does, however, like songs about gray cats, like this one:
Oh there’s a really pretty cat
Isn’t he a really pretty cat.
Oh, there’s a pretty gray cat
Yes, he’s a really pretty cat.
You can sing this to almost any tune you want. He really doesn’t care about the music; he only cares about lyrics. If you do this, however, be sure to sing in a sincere manner. He does not appreciate sarcasm, and he will look away.
