Maudenetic Poetry

Wouldn't you know it: Maude likes to write poetry, too.

Or should I say: she likes to chew on various words I've posted to my (metal) kitchen cabinetry.

And though I've figured out how she makes her way nine feet in the air to sit atop the cabinets... and though I've figured out how she knocks the post cards off of my fridge... I'm not entirely certain just how, exactly, she manages to knock off the magnets.* I mean, they appear to be firmly in place. And yet, on several occasions, I've returned home to find various words on the floor, some left untouched; others torn to shreds.

My only solace here is the knowledge that Maude has yet to eat her carefully chosen words. Were she to do so, that would doubtless result in yet another trip to the animal hospital.

And though I thought she was possibly making a statement about how much she despises my own magnetized poems... a co-worker has suggested that she may actually be "writing" me a secret message. In which case, I should wrangle up all the words she's chewed to see if it forms a complete sentence.

I'll let you know what I find out.


*I do have a theory and — in order to altogether remove any temptation Maude may have to eat the magnets — I'm taking measures to make it more difficult for her to acquire them.