Rollerblading and cats!
A poem by Matthew Edward King
Rollerblading is awesome but so is my cat, I can't decide which one is better but anything else is crap.
Nothing beats nailing your first grind and nothing beats a cat who is kind.
When I call my cat over, she comes right away and for hours we can play.
She's grumpy she's funny she's hyper she's cute, I love her little noises but don't love her poo.
My blades are there whenever I need them, grinds and sweat is all that I'm required to feed them. They're cool, they're comfy, they're old and they're new, I love to wear them for whatever I do.
Blading has been with me since at least 95 and cats will be next to me forever till I die.
Cats give me comfort and are ever so tame, blades are comfortable, but make allergic to rain.
At times my skates smell like cat piss but cats piss never smells like my skates why is this?
I'm bored of this poem so I'm going to chill with my cat and then skate.
For Peppers first ever Halloween, I went as #zombie and Pepper went as a #skeleton but as usual Pepper was not impressed! You can see more of Pepper at https://www.facebook.com/PepperTheBSH #pepperthebsh