Chapterless and verseless with MONA

Mona the cat is now 17 years of age, and has gotten in the habit of uttering poems that appear above her head in wispy cartoon balloons, like fog. [The News could not catch her in such a moment in time for our press deadline.] It is known that many creatures become more religious, in a foxhole, or sewer sort of way if they're raccoons, as they face the otherwise vague prospect of curtain-city.

Therefore, Mona insists on our keeping the old toilet plunger at the side of her radiator repose. Her world, we surmise, consists of the experiences she has garnered at this address. Thus her prayers reflect life as she has known it.

Raccoondite Prayer (abstruse)

..............Thy rod and thy distressed toilet plunger

shall comfort me;

Shirley the push-reel lawn mover,

M-m-m-m Good-ness and, yea

Mousey Mercy

When not in use

Will stay in the garage

Otherwise will follow me

All the days of my life


And I shall dwell

Atop the The Big Bathroom Radiator

Forever



[Mona stic 3-4-08]