The Furry Muse

A Haiku entitled "You Dirty Rat"

All night, in my face.

Whiskers tickled, paws push poke.

Alas, no sleep for me.

Premonition

Little Sis came up to me just now and said, "I'm hungry, Mama."

I pulled her into a snuggle next to me and I said, "What do you want for dinner?"

She replied, "I don't know. What are you offering?"

I chuckled and said, "Oh, is this a negotiation?"

She seriously responded, "It doesn't have to be if you don't want it to."

The kid is six. Heaven help me in ten years.