Lawlz....

This poem made me uncomfortable... mostly because I have a cat, and I can relate a liiiittle too well. Actually, I felt like I related a little to well to most of this poem, which makes me uncomfortable because everybody else was like, "Weirdest. Poem. Ever." Peeeeeer preessurrrre!

But who hasn't wanted to stay in bed all day rather than get up in the morning? And who hasn't, upon fighting that first impulse, lazed idly about and eaten random stuff in a pique of self-destruction as they dwelled on the horror that is February? (Well, when you put it that way....)

Then there's the apostrophic moment with the indifferent cat. The speaker wants her cat to get off its pink bumhole and procreate. It's like she thinks of her cat as "one of the lucky ones," almost. I just got that vibe. I didn't see it so much as the speaker's telling herself to hop to it, although that's certainly a possibility. I felt like she was saying, "Cat, I find your behavior annoying as all get-out, but you might as well get on with it. I mean, maybe you can reel in the spring a little faster."