My Cardboard Balcony

I'm Like A Cat by Belinda Roddie I'm like a cat - I'm restless and displeased no matter where I am or what I do. If I'm inside, I want to feel the breeze and romp under a sky intensely blue. But if I'm outside, I desire a couch and blankets as I snuggle in my room or in front of my keyboard, where I slouch and stare at my computer screen of doom. It's in and out and in and out for me. I can't decide which state of mind is better: To be a wanderer or homebody, or to do both, no matter what the weather. Yes, being such a spaz can be a chore - my wife, were she a cat, would stay indoors.

Here's her chance to steal the spotlight - here's her chance to steal the show. Dance and sing and rock the world and wow the audience in one go. Feel the heat against her back. Smell the sweat - she's all aglow. She desires to awe and inspire and hopes that you'll toss her a rose.