Smelly Pat Gets None From The Cat!

Pat smells weird every day. At least those days where he leaves our bay. Otherwise he just smells the same old weird stench. But now there is a monkey in the wrench. Out he goes and causes my nose woes.

So you are home?

Do you want me to roam?

I can smell you from here.

No way will I come near.

You were feeding them again.

They say that is okay at many a den.

But a traitor you be.

Bad grammar from me.

And what is that?

A bad hair day cat?

Did it get into roadkill?

That hairdo can't thrill.

A hairless cat?

Where do you find that?

Chowing down on grass.

You must have upset Cass.

"Don't bring me into this.

I've no reason to hiss.

I still get brushed and fed.

You're the one with too much crap in his head."

And speaking of crap.

Look at this part of the map.

Another giant litterbox at play.

To fill that, it would take all day.

Those ears are mighty high.

What is this guy?

He can hippity hop.

Will this ever stop?

Bah! Too many burds.

The tabbies will have words.

Look at those geese.

Why can't they be fictional like meese?

And this does it.

I knew I smelled them a bit.

You were playing with mutts.

They eat things that come out butts.

Don't look at me.

I won't look at thee.

No, I'm not being rude.

What was that? Food!

Isn't Pat rude for bringing so many smells home to me? Can't he at least go jump into that sea? That may wash them off. The fish may scoff. Then he may smell of fish poo. I guess we can't win at our zoo. I am not as forgiving as Cass, but you can win me over with food for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.