Creative Pursuits

Blogosphere, you know about my effort to sample new foods; but truly, this is more of a hobby, than it is a creative outlet. And although this passtime is enjoyable and entertaining, it doesn't exactly exercise my right-brain creative self. So, I have found myself with a lot of pent-up creative energy; and if you have ever found yourself in this situation, you will know that an outlet must be found. Well, last night, much to my surprise, my creative outlet came in the form of a blues song:

I can't see the crunchie bowl,
Woman took all the crunchies away.
Well, you know I can't see that crunchie bowl,
Woman took all those crunchies away.
Well, I can't even have a little nibble,
'Cuz she didn't even leave no kibble.
I got the empty crunchie bowl blues.

There's a strong smell up in here,
This litter box is smelling foul.
Oh, there is such a strong smell up in here,
Lord, this litter box is smelling foul.
Well, I guess I'll just have to go on singing,
'Cuz of that smell, my eyes are stinging,
I got the smelly litter box blues.

I'm pacing the floor now,
No place to rest my weary bones.
Well you know that I'm pacing the floor now,
'Cuz there's no place to rest my weary bones.
Well you know that I try and try,
But there ain't no place big enough for me to lie,
I got the great-big cat blues.

You know that I try and try, and try and try and try,
But there's nowhere for a cat like me to lie.
I got the great-big--
and you know that I mean great-big--
I got the great-big tuxedo cat blues.