Haik-you, mister.

I don't know if I already told you this--I think not--but one of my coworkers from another department, who really ought to be spending his time cranking out some damn work, put together a huge hallway bulletin board of full-color laser-print, taped-together freaky cats and invited people to submit cat haiku. (This is in addition to the permanent bulletin board already devoted to workers' pets, and a second bulletin board devoted to funny animal photos from the internet. My department, meanwhile, has no bulletin board, and little time for crafting cat-inspired poetry. I'm really pretty humorless on the subject, I know.) But knowing how you love the haiku form, I thought you might enjoy it, so here's one, posted without the consent or even the knowledge of my coworker, the new guy, who came to us from the music industry:

New wife's cat, a truce
Spring, he scratched my LP spines
He's gone now, of course