Basura cat wanted to chat
A chatting cat, imagine that
We got onto the topic of names,
Of cars, bicycles and board games.
“How did I get mine?” she asked as I petted her ears
A topic, I’d avoided for many a year
“Well,” I said, “Now that you’ve asked
I adopted you while standing near trash.”
In Spanish, Basura means garbage, trash and waste
She then paw punched me right in the face
Her feelings were hurt; I’d wounded her pride
As she then head butted me right in my side
I said, “It’s a beautiful name, as it rolls off the tongue!”
But, it was too late the name battle had begun
Then she hissed at me, “Huh? Only a name?
You who were named after a hurricane!”
I told her how one time, when I thought she was out
In the middle of the night, her name I did shout
For hours I walked, calling “Basura!” out in sorrow
A neighbor called back, “They collect tomorrow!”
Today’s Musing: “If you combine our names, we’re a Trashy Wind ” ~ Quote by Basura, Owner of me #girlwithguitar
You have funny neighbors!?