..."We're Not John and Yoko"...good decisions and breakfast...

I'm not bragging, but we've got two cats, Bobby Dylan and Bumble.  We live in a junior one bedroom in Brooklyn Heights.  We make good decisions most of the time.  And, one of those good decisions concerns the placement of the cats' "shit box".  We keep it in the living room by the desk in the corner near the closet.  We like to give you useless information on occasion - like where we keep a shit box.  Nevertheless, I know we all agree that the placement was a good decision.  It allows the following:  We can do leisurely activities, such as, sit at that desk next to the shit box and write a "Daily Nugget" while inhaling the fumes of a delicious mixture of "Bumble Pie", "Bobby's Potent New Poem" and "Honeydew Melon".  It's up to you to decipher which is the burning candle.  Also, we like to keep our clothes in our closet, not our sexuality.  We may be enjoying our weekend off, with our clothes off.  We don't consider anything inappropriate here because we are adults "here", but don't have to pretend to be that over "there" - like "those" "people".  So, we let our work clothes have the weekend off too.  "They" chill in that closet next to the shit box, absorbing those three candles-a-burning that we discussed earlier...before I passed out while writing this here "nugget" next to the shit box.  This allows us to go into the next week of work, us and our clothes rested, and letting everyone at work experience those three candles too, the clothes wearing them.  I agree, we are so unselfish.  The placement of the shit box is also good because it's not in our bedroom.  But, it's close enough to our bedroom so we can wake up early on a weekend morning and ask ourselves, "Is that Bumble cooking bacon and eggs?".  And, on that note, we are going to sign off and go enjoy today's breakfast.  Enjoy yours.