Sprinkles on the carpet Sprinkles by the door Sprinkles on your sweater that you left upon the floor You might think, Dear Human, that my sprinkles are a curse But I could be named "Sharts" so... it could be worse Written by guest cat poet ~Sprinkles
Note from the author: As you can see, I am in my happy place here among your brightly colored craft fabrics. When I get relaxed I just “let go” if you know what I mean. Of course, I mean no disrespect from these accidents. You should be honored that I have achieved this level of comfort with you, Human, and enjoy my sprinkles as the gift of love that they are. Cheers, Sprinkles