Billy Thekidster Poet Rhyme

Cat Crazy Play

"Come play with me,
I have all this restless energy.
If you don't come and play with me quickly,
I'll drive myself and you crazy.
My instinct is currently telling me,
to hunt, stalk and kill so that I may eat,
but there isn't any prey for me,
in this immediate vicinity,
so I run around like a maniac stopping suddenly,
to see if I've startled any prey hiding nearby me,
but I startle nothing, nothing attempts to flee,
so I'll climb your drapes and destroy your blinds constantly,
because maybe there's prey up there that I didn't smell or see.
Do that thing you do with that feather on a string,
the one I hunt, stalk and kill over and over again.
Get me chasing that thing until I am panting,
then go ahead and serve me my daily feeding.
I'll feel as if I have hunted, stalked, killed and successfully eaten,
followed by 10 - 18 hours of cat nap sleeping,
then your life can return back to normal once again."

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Michelle Mac Donald September 2, 2016 at 10:44 AM Feels as though you truly do love your cat, SillyBilly. "I startle nothing, nothing attempts to flee", sometimes feathers on a string won't do the trick, it will have higher expectations like the curtains or blinds? Fun write, enjoyed this immensely. Best wishes, Mikki

Kim Merryman August 20, 2016 at 9:30 PM You describe cat life and thought very well, Billy! I've seen my cat act crazy like that. Sadly we had to have our kitty put down last week. We had him for 13 years and miss him terribly. Blessings!