Holy crap Batman! I’m 47 today! How the heck did that happen?
As some of you may have been following my Coco chronicle of sorts, I just want to enlighten you on how my birthday bash began…
‘Twas the night before my birthday and all through the house,
Coco was fasting and searching for a mouse.
The vet said no food, so we can examine the lass
But she begged all night anyway then woke me at 5 with a poopy ass!
For two weeks she was blocked, passing rocks and stones
But someone overdid it and I had the vet on the phone.
“Oh my, oh my, what should I do?
Coco has a tummy ache and the house smells like poo!”
In the bidet you go, you stinky fat kitty,
I covered the furniture because I’m a smart old biddy (thank you Elora)
Half my birthday is over and now it’s time to rest
Coco had some exams and passed all her tests.
Now it’s the birthday girl’s time to collapse,
Lets hope the new medication works and we all can relax.
A few loads of laundry to wash away all the poo,
But when you have a stinky kitty, what can you do?
Happy Birthday to me, and so it will be, 47 is just a number but I would prefer 23 🙂