I don't need to explain this special phenomenon to anyone who owns a cat and hardwood floors. You manage to crouch down to get the broom under any piece of furniture, only to pull it back out...with a brand new cat attached. I'm not sure how a creature so small can produce a fuzz farm like this. I affectionately refer to the fluffy creations as 'tumblecats'. If you have them, you understand.
SEE THEM BLOWING AROUND
SO QUICKLY FORMED ON THE GROUND
ON THE END OF MY BROOM THEY ARE FOUND
DRIFTING ALONG ARE THE TUMBLING TUMBLECATS
CARES OF CLEAN FLOORS ARE BEHIND
NOWHERE THAT I WILL NOT FIND
A CAT HERD THAT BOGGLES THE MIND
DRIFTING ALONG ARE THE TUMBLING TUMBLECATS
I KNOW WHEN CLEANING IS DONE
THAT A NEW CAT GANG FORMS AT DAWN
I'LL KEEP FLOATING ALONG
TRYING TO BUTCHER THIS SONG
UNDER MY COUCH I BELONG
DRIFTING ALONG WITH THE TUMBLING TUMBLECATS.
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Nice. Maybe the Dude gets a cat and the sequel starts with your version.
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