Ethan the Cat
Ethan lies upon my lap
in sweet and tender slumber.
This happens all throughout the day,
who can count the number?
I think he's shrewd and his time well used,
more clever than a fox.
Though doubt creeps in, he looks less keen
sitting in a box.
Eating spiders and swatting flies
to his heart's content.
But chasing birds and trapping mice
are the main event.
When by the door he makes his roar
yearning to be free.
But moments later the clamor starts
as he's stuck upside a tree.
There might be string or a piece of thread,
any length of twine.
He goes fuzzball crazy and his eyes get large
now impossible to confine.
To calm him down I know a trick
to alter Ethan's mood.
I go to the kitchen, open up the fridge
and show him there's more food.
Then there's Christmas where he finds our stuff,
a special time of year.
He's shredding presents and chasing lights,
with tinsel hanging from his rear.
I scratch his belly and brush his hair
at times of his own choosing.
With little deference I know for sure
his fealty I am loosing.
There are times when things go well,
I find myself with pride.
But people say... cats are Nature's way
to take the other side.
He lets me know I might lack merit
so he's not afraid to tell.
The thoughts I treasure and my Human worth,
he's eager to dispel.
There are moments when I adore that cat
when he's giving me a break.
His eyes show love as I melt within
even when it's fake.
There are four scratching posts and toys aplenty
that fill up every space.
But no matter what the mortgage says...
I'm living in his place.
The End
*For those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2019
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