Smudging windows with your nose,

Marring floors with dirty toes,

Shedding on the furniture,

Crud you’ve rolled in cakes your fur.

Snoring, scratching, snorts and whines,

Odors one cannot define,

So many things best left unsaid,

For now, it’s late. Hop in my bed.

For dVerse Quadrille #130 ~ smudge