Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Fur Babies Laugh At Me

What to drink this morning? Coffee or tea?
Cold or hot? Sweet or slightly tart for me?
I do not care about breakfast. I have no time for that.
I have to feed the dog. I have to feed the cat.
Getting in the car I realize I am pretty much a mess.
Being a fur babies mamas I would expect nothing less.
They both sit in the window making me feel guilty.
Their names are Sugar Boy and Uncle Milty.
I drive six blocks before I remember my tea.
They are probably poking fun and laughing at me.

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Panagiota Romios February 19, 2019 at 10:37 AM Caren..a great write. My cat, Irene, the calico, casts looks of longing, whenever I leave. I am her captor. She owns this grateful poet's heart. Irene is my 15th cat! Panagiota Caren Krutsinger February 19, 2019 at 6:56 PM I love it that you have a calico. My daughter had a calico cat that was 18 years old when she passed. I think calicos are magic.

M. L. Kiser February 19, 2019 at 8:49 AM Of course, they would have had that tea down before you even got the engine going. Adorable poem; a "fav". Caren Krutsinger February 19, 2019 at 6:56 PM Thank you. I am so glad.