Was there ever really a bed between us?
When I turned around
Which I typically never do
Everything had shifted strangely
In the background there was no bed
And in the foreground, also gone, wasn’t you
A Love Note to Krazy Kat by Karen Lamis
Krazy Kat, I adore you for your kind heart, korny kredo, and even for your optimistically oblivious obsession with that irredeemably ignoble Ignatz, the rat!
That L'il Devil is not worthy of your adoration and affection, Krazy, but if his attentiveness to obsessively peppering your unfailingly faithful feline self with those brick red missiles strikes you, incredibly, as being credible evidence of his endless devotion to you, then I'm okay with that, you Krazy Kat!