A Feline Crusade With No Trade!

The cat is always keeping an eye on the door, except for maybe when I go out to explore. But then it stays shut. They aren't getting into the stuff of my little rhyming butt.

The A Mathematical Z At My Sea!

11-5=6=F

The scene of the crime.

6:27 pm Atlantic time. 

Cassie had distracted me.

Supposedly having fun was she.

She was doing this.

It gave her bliss.

 She kept it up.

That caused the hiccup.

That and her look.

 Distracted me at my nook.

She told me not to mess with her.

So I had to go ruffle her fur.

I would have at least.

 But then came the beast.

A furry mass.

Far more than my rhyming ass.

Cassie saw it to.

Was it her plan to do?

I still think so.

I'll let you be the judge though.

In he came.

 Starting this game.

What? I look tame.

Pffft that's not in my name.

See? The death glare.

He gets it for invading my lair.

 I'll make him pay.

He better not try to stay.

What was that?

Damn stupid Pat.

 Said I couldn't attack.

Bah, more to the pack.

Got it widdled down to two.

They still try to invade my zoo.

Pat let's me whack them back.

 Or I would, but they run before I can attack.

Hmph, stupid invaders.

 Need to sell them on auto traders.
Don't look at me that way.
When Pat's not looking I'll be sure you don't stay.

Did you guess F was for feline? Do you think Cassie distracted me so this plan could align? I knew you'd agree with me. I'll have to whack her one at our sea. But then she whacks back. I like it better when they run from my attack. No one is getting my hidey hole. At least I can keep that goal. So don't let invaders step on your grass. Trust my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.