Doggone Cat

Doggone Cat Domestication’s dormancy- be damned I’d choose to go outside – not in this sand I will pass on love and hugs for I am certain destiny demands I climb the curtain He lies there floppy eared – slow shaking head wondering how I live the life I’ve led I walk the wire fence - to his dismay snicker at his doubts – for me it’s play at the sound of tires screech – he shields his eyes relaxing at the sound of curse filled sighs only to see me counting – claws to five then launching to a twenty foot swan dive. On occasion I’ll take a little nip a dance around the room – a private trip then throw a “hissy-fit” – attack the couch he lies in slobbering slumber – what a slouch. I tempt the “Kitty’s Fate” by counting coup on passing dogs who seek an outdoor loo engender quite the howling – ‘coup de grass” landing leash bound walkers on their ass. As moonlight throws her shadow on the moor I listen to the loathsome beast’s dull snore curl beside his warmth upon the floor add to the snoring hum a slumbering purr. John G. Lawless ©11/1/2017