  Smokey is my perfect feline companion. He always finds a spot on the desk next to the computer and naps.
He gets to hear most of my writing in its roughest form. He purrs, knocks out, and sometimes snores and drools. Yes, I never knew cats drooled but perhaps its cause he's at that senior age now. (My hubby and I have had an ongoing debate on whether cats fart or don't fart.
I've never heard them fart, he swears he has and a google search didn't turn up much. ) I had to do the open mic tonight. It was a slow night but I really enjoyed one of the poems read that addressed some pretty universal questions, like if Mary Kate and Ashley are so rich why are they so thin, and when will jlo stop dating so many different guys--my favorite--why are people with stinky breath or body odor so unaware.
I felt pretty inspired and added a few more lines to a new poem I'm working on, hope to complete it by next wed. I came home a little hungry and was really dissapointed to find that we were out of milk. What's worse than being out of your favorite cereal is being out of milk when there is plenty of your favorite cereal in stock. In times like this milk becomes such a commodity. 
