Crazy Cat
My cat is definitely crazy.
She chases invisible bugs
then runs through my kitchen
scattering the cotton rugs.
When I was working out
she jumped on my treadmill.
She leapt off just as quickly,
I guess she'd had her fill.
She runs through the house
chased by invisible ghosts,
then, back arched, she skids to a stop.
Yes, a stranger cat than most.
She sleeps under the trampoline.
She thinks that I can't see her.
But I know just where she is
by her snoring, not her purr.
She is a funny animal
but we get along just fine.
I wouldn't want another,
this crazy cat is mine.
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Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2012
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