When I think of humor, my memories switch back and forth between Cats and my partner. In all those memories, the cats always won, always outsmart humans.

Patches, a young 5 months old white boy cat with some black funny black spot on the head, made him always looking like wearing a bob cut haircut. And the black spot on the tail, made him looks like a raccoon.

He’s the most talented kitten among all 11 cats, Carefree and high-spirited, humming a high tune loving song wherever he roams, as if he’s saying: “Hi” “How are you” “I love you”… wagging around the house finding all sorts of troubles. He loves biting. That’s how you know a cat is comfortable around you, they are not afraid of showing you how good your aura taste for them.

There was this moment while I was taking a sun bask on a leisurely afternoon orange couch. I suddenly felt this affectionate lover-like combing and massaging sensation around my hair, then my neck, then shoulder, as I was falling into asleep… The very next second, as my subconscious rose to full consciousness, inside my head I was questioning: “Wait, that’s not my partner, who’s the one giving me a massage now?” The very next second, I felt this firm biting incisors cutting into chunks of my thick flesh. The whole time, Patches was just taking his sweet time to tenderize my muscle before he started to devour me, the only difference is that he doesn’t know where the end of my aura end, my fleshy part of boundary start, and where his teeth end up at.

Next time when he made his existence announced was in the middle of my gathering with an old friend, we were in the middle of a fierce discussion. I was so engaged in the content of our conversation… Suddenly my friend Brett paused and asking “Was that raccoon cat chewing on your hair”…. Yes indeed, Patches was having a blast with my thick head, savoring every bit of my scalp, as if I am his thanksgiving dinner roasted turkey… he was sucking, chewing, biting, licking, burying his whole existence into the blissful moment, and highlight of his day.

But me being lazy at disciplining the hooligan gangs, already got so used to all cats naughty behaviors, as well as all 12 cats’ nonchalant attitude and way of pushing their existence around my world.

They love circling around me on top of the stove while I’m frying pancakes, sneaking away the freshly made pancakes while it’s least expected. But once a while, they could be good kittens, occasionally can be helpful around the kitchen, like when the frying pancakes left unattended, and the frying pan started smoking, they will be started meowing especially loud all together, as if shouting and yelling in cadence “Go check on the fucking stove, are you trying to burn down the house?”

In the MIDDLE of the night the other night. I thought of two words that have the same number of syllables AND have the same letters! I started writing a haiku right then! I was worried that I might forget the premise. I think I fell asleep for a few minutes, but I got up and WROTE DOWN the two words. I turned on a light in the closet and closed the door most of the way.

Now I didn't go into the BRIGHT CLOSET, mind you. Going into the that much light might've shocked my system.

Using the MUTED LIGHT, I found a pencil in my 'makeup / JUNK' drawer, and wrote them on scrap paper I conveniently found, er, I mean, ... I "had stored" in said JUNK drawer. I printed the words with my left hand and wrote them large and sloppily. I am not left-handed.

Then at 4:40 a.m. or so, I was half awake again. So I got up and wrote down the rest of the poem that had fully formed by then. 

I took a picture of it when I got (back) up ... after daylight. Enjoy.

p.s. Why am I writing and entering this post now? Because I FINALLY thought of a comedic idea for an old man who desired revenge on loud New Year's Eve neighbours ... and I just KNEW the challenge creator wanted it written at night. So I'd done just a bit of research: (hootenanny - an informal session at which folk singers and instrumentalists perform for their own enjoyment.) Upon pulling up the challenge, Lo and Behold, that was not the challenge needing to be sorted out at night! So ... that one will have to be continued, with any luck. Hopefully it'll be 'good' luck. I'm going back to bed.