A Study in Grey Stripes

Happy Birthday, You're Adopted

Louis Katowski

Your mom, I remember her Her feet
had trod one thousand miles of
pavement between the alley and Great
Wall One mile for each of her
thousand toes
She was a stunner Grey fur flecked with
orange and secret knowledge A tail that
knew what to do Eyes that saw things
sparrows insects &c

Three months later I see her with some
little mewling things all with 100s of
feet all grey and white a little like
her a little like
me Those things mine I asked What
you think she snapped They ain't
tuxies Hank I got no idea where these
things came from They seem to think
they are mine

Your mom was pretty but not smart

I sent my fren Peter a birthday card, and he photoshopped it! now i am king kong, but i will not get shot because it is illegal to shoot a black cat on Nov 1. look it up.

Happy birdday to you
happy birdday to you
you look like a monkey
and you smell like one too!


truer wirds were never said.

from your personnel dept chief, poly


Frank, today you are a man. a catman.
-yr pal and mentos, Henrey Lee Lucat

TODAY. it's Frankie's birthday! so he's one, and i will call him by his adult name, francis. francis p. knuckles, III. now that he's one, he has to get a job. i tole him he should go work at whole foods or trader joe's. they got good cat food there. i know, you thought i'd give him a job here, right? after his summer internship? no. maybe next year. if we need a temp, tho, i will call him and see if he's available.

apparently, unfortunately for me, even if he gets a job he will still be living here.