chuck the haunted and chuck the stupid cat
by softserve

Chuck used to lie in the basement all night

and lick the thunder clean.  His cat was also named Chuck.
I couldn’t lumber to the bathroom from the couch without
Chuck’s cat Chuck rubbing the hell out of my leg.

Looking back, I think Chuck was an addict.  Always in a
bitchy mood, he’d appear in the hallway wearing blank
ghostly eyes and a smile.  So many things in life seem

normal, until you reflect on them later, and you
see they were deathly and perverted.  And the future, too,
is a sinister clown waving you past.  Rendered a wet whisper, and scattered

over the dusty carpet, Chuck the cat would nuzzle the thunder until dawn.