Accidents happen

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Here's a poem that I accidently compiled through Twitter posts.

Slinky cat is not amused in the slightest.


Slinky cat is mad.


Slinky cat doesn't want to play anymore.


Slinky cat thinks your ball of yarn is far to long and tangly.


Slinky cat would like a small creature instead.


Slinky cat is napping now.


But slinky cat has one eye open, and is always watching.