Ivan out? I ask.
Ivan out?! I’ve asked a thousand times.
Ivan out? as Ivan and I stand at the door.
Ivan looks up at me, head almost
Course Ivan wants out you idiot fat cat!
Open this door or put the handle where
Ivan can reach it!
So you can die an early death flattening your ass.
I wasn’t the only one to hear it.
Did you hear Ivan? I ask my wife Kathy.
Yeah. He wants out, she says calmly.
But not me, I ain’t calm.
OUR FUCKING CAT TALKED!
Whoa! Talking damn cat…
Thank you, friend.