Sylvester the joker

Sylvester is many things. He is the sleeper. He is the creeper. He is the midnight peeper.

Some people call me the gangster of kitty treats

Here he is, along with the treats, my dark beer, the cat corrector (squirt-squirt-squirt), the catnip, and my husband’s wimpy wheat beer. He fears nothing. Except the cat corrector.

There’s the shy Sylvester.

People keep talking about me

And then there is Sylvester the slob.

Space cowboy or pompitus of love?

He’s the cutest thing I ever did see.

These are the stages of sleep.

First, yawning.

Sometimes you feel like a nap.

Second, drowsiness.

You’re getting sleepy … your eyelids are getting heavy

Third, unconsciousness.

Comatose

This is the longest stage. It can last for hours, sometimes days.

Don’t even think of popping him on the chin to make him bite that little pink tongue. No, I said don’t think about that.