Sometimes, actually a lot of the time, mine Mommy watches me.
(Evidence: all the photos she takes of me.)
(Evidence: all the photos she takes of me.)
Sometimes, I watch mine Mommy.
(No evidence: sans thumbs I can't work the camera phone.)
Just a few minutes ago, I was enjoying a nice little cat nap here in this chair.
Suddenly, I was rudely awakened by all this
clatter from our hallway and when I looked over that way all I could see was
her big butt sticking out of the hall closet and assorted things being tossed out
clatter from our hallway and when I looked over that way all I could see was
her big butt sticking out of the hall closet and assorted things being tossed out
and scattered on the floor behind her behind. What now? Again?
You see, here's the thing (secret, don't tell I told) whenever she gets bored,
she's starts cleaning, or tidying (things that are already clean or tidy) or
reorganizing things reorganized only a short time ago.
Me, I just have to put up with it.
And so, as I'm watching her and before I can swish a tail,
she's watching me, and out comes that camera ...
and you guessed it:
This is the picture of me watching her.
We are the watchers.