Cat-As-Trophe

Cat-as-trophe A purrrfect little kitten became a purrrfect cat, With milk all round her whiskers and cobwebs as her hat. She rubs against your jumper, just to say hello, And leaves behind a hairy mess on you and your best throw. Excitedly she’ll spring up high, swiping at a fly, Just missing your best teacup as Bonnie whizzes by; Finally she comes to rest upon the kitchen door, Safely out of reach of baby rug rat on the floor. For hours she’ll sleep upon the door, her paws flopped either side, Oblivious to all that’s past, ‘since the time she closed her eyes. She didn’t hear the doorbell or greet your guests with glee, She didn’t even notice when the rug rat ate his tea. With babe asleep and food prepared you turn to make a cuppa, Unaware that as you do, well, Bonnie’s pinched your supper. Like a bolt of lightning she flashed across your plate, Clearing it in one foul swoop then leaving in disgrace. She looks so sweet, you can’t be cross even if you tried, It’s funny just to watch her try to get her prize outside. Unable to negotiate the cat flap in the door, She drags her ill begotten gains beneath your chest of drawers. It isn’t long before a dreadful smell wafts in the air, Bonnie’s proudly spraying all your furniture with flare; Angrily you lift the cat to take her straight outside - But as you do you realise that Bonnie’s really Clyde.