Via Tim Blair (who warns, DON’T TRUST THEM), a cat gets caught barking by a human and resumes meowing:
Via blog poet laureate lyle in comments:
The houses and the streets grow dark
And I sneak out to stroll the park
Where all the rough dogs like to play
And me, too; I was born that way.
My daytime friends are unaware
And would be shocked but I don’t care,
For only in the darkened park
Can I be who I am, and bark.
You might think that it’s sex – it’s not –
That draws me to Spike, Rex and Spot,
But with my dogs I know I’m free
To be a slob, and drool and pee.
And with them I don’t have to act
With catlike cool, reserve and tact;
When I’m around my dogs I’ve found
I can express my inner hound.
Tue 28 Jun 11 (01:43am)