The Night We Forgot About Newton
My husband went into the garage to find something stupid. Newton followed him in. Opps.
He watched spiders.
He pooped.
Then covered it with a box.
He counted to infinity.
Questioned his existence.
Ate a beetle.
Organized all of our tools.*
Changed the oil in my car.
He had to sleep on concrete.
We love you, Newton. You’re a good cat.
*We don’t own any of these tools, actually.
