Know This To Live The Good Life

We fed him basic shat. Every day. Just enough so He would say. I want out. Going to play. Open up a door if That's okay. And then we do and He heads away. He's his own cat, that Ivan. Barry

Shhh now. They're sleeping. Up there is gravy. We can have some gravy. Later tonight. Barry

Ivan sometimes I hate you. Why things gotta die around you? I treat you nice and don't think twice To bare my jugular to you. But fuck, you kill. We save some, still... Doesn't anything besides you have a name? Barry