Cozy Kitchen Poem and Evil Cat Journal
At 5:30 Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of Satan himself breaking into the bedroom. Kato kitty had seen another cat outside the window, which lent him evil feelings, put a crack in his pure soul, and allowed the devil to possess him.
I’m not sure what exactly I heard but I actually woke up screaming. I’m not an easy girl to scare but oh my god he got me good, and whatever I felt, Don felt it times three. Needless to say, he wasn’t allowed to haunt the bedroom anymore; he was liable to eat any one of us in this state. I got him in the kitty equivalent of a full Nelson put him in the garage until the possession had passed.
What is it about a kitchen.
Warm and cozy
Oven on
Skillet toasting
The smell of butter and onions
Or homemade bread
Or chocolate chip cookies
Puts its arm around your shoulders
And plants a warm kiss on your cheek.
The kitchen chairs are rarely the most comfortable
But it doesn’t matter
Everyone is too happy to care.
Talking, tasting, drinking, joking
Home is where the hostess is.
Fresh Hell 
I really like the poem about the kitchen. The passage about smell is especially engaging. About the cat possessed, I (and my wounds) can relate.
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Thank you! ^_^
May you get a hundred purrs for every claw you face!
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i spend pretty much all of my awake indoor time in the kitchen. i even set up my desk there for doing art. the kitchen definitely has the best memories & i like it because i feel like i am in the hub of the wheel.
ps. maybe your cat needs more exorcise (haha)
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Good decision! The kitchen is the best place in the house. 🖤
Kato definitely could use more exercise, he’s a little fatty!
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(i was trying to be funny with possession/exorcism…i really wasn’t trying to call you cat fat! ❤ )
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Oh my gosh I can’t believe I missed that great pun! Good puns come along so rarely, and you know it’s a good one if you miss it! Haha!
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