Yes, it's another cat post...

This is the silly poem I wrote yesterday, when I saw a spider in the bathtub… I’d also seen it a couple days earlier, down by the drain. So I have to assume it was just kind of hanging out in the drain. (Not a very big spider, by the way… otherwise I wouldn’t have taken the time to write a poem about it before running from the room for a can of Raid…)

There is the spider who lives in the drain.

Should I send him back from whence he came?

Or allow him to live, although he’s so scary,

With his eight creepy legs and his back so hairy?

Should I turn on the water and watch him swim?

Or watch as he walks away at his whim?

That’s it, I want him gone – I really hate him.

Whoops, too late – Piva just ate him.

Piva is great – she’s like a furry little exterminator. (And then, later on, she licks me with her little sandpapery tongue and I try not to think about how she eats spiders…) :)