They Don't Make Cats Like They Used To
I miss our Casey-Spider-Fighter,
he was so good at what he did.
He'd find those pesky spidies
no matter where they hid.
Last night I killed a spider
that was sitting on Honey-Cat's bed,
then I killed another
on a lamp, just over my head
Back in the day a cat knew
what his job was supposed to be.
I miss those days when my home
was bug and spider free.
Honey has no interest
in hunting spiders and such.
She seems to think she's retired.
She doesn't do too much.
Oh, but I remember Casey
and the gleam that was in his eye
whenever a bug or spider,
this warrior would spy.
They don't make cats like they used to.
I miss those days gone by,
when it was the cat's job, not mine,
to rid the house of every bug or fly.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2016