Meow Mix.

It's like the civilised world has selective amnesia towards the end of the year.

Everyone gets so psyched. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!", we exclaim to each other. There is global revelry as we celebrate the end of the previous year and the beginning of a new one. People queue for hours to get into NEW YEAR PARTAYs at clubs and such, hoping for a night of drunken debauchery.

Post party, we enter the new year with hope, joy and happiness. We resolve to be better people. This is the year where everything will change for the better!

Of course, it all lasts about two days before we realize we're really in exactly the same shit as before. Funny things, people.

It hasn't really been a rousing start, for me. Work to do by the truckload, running on broke far earlier than I should be and already she and I have fought. This isn't another whinentry, though. No, no.

There's something about the route I take to the bus stop on the way to work. The mind rustles with the abstract and absurd and I'm quite likely to run smack into a car someday. Today though, I was thinking about cats.

Lovely creatures. Dogs are all that, but cats are where it's at.
Matter of fact, it'd be great to be a cat!


Oh to be a cat!
Like that, like that
No worries
No hurries
Just plush-paw paddies


I could be a kitten
With little kitten mittens
And the softest downy fur
That you would love, for sure


Or a sleek, stealthy prowler
Wouldn't that be dapper
I'd stalk my prey, crouch and wait
And make him what I ate


I'd never be unhappy
Unhappy is unkitty
I'd have no bills, no tests to fail
And I could chase my tail!


Oh to be a cat!
Like that, like that
But not the one
The car squashed flat



Here's hoping your year got off to a better start than mine.