Just Checking
She calls, I follow to the windowsill
I smile, knowing just what there is to come,
a rainy day, a cat with time to kill
but all the same I'm well 'under her thumb'.
Open the window, she sticks her head out
then pulls it back, her whiskers drip with rain,
looks up at me, jumps down leaving no doubt
we're going through this whole routine again.
Off to the rear window and up she leaps,
I hold the window open, count to three,
head out, more rain but still she has a peep,
leaps down, heads for the door, followed by me.
Door open, and into the porch she slinks,
the rain bounces and spits across the stone,
she sits down for a moment, has a think,
then goes back in, leaving me there alone.
By now you think the silly girl would know
the weather is the same all round our place,
but every time to all three sides she'll go
proving to me that this is not the case.
However, credit to her where it's due,
she's covered all her options before then
making a sound decision, what to do
like going back upstairs to bed again.
Sometimes when life throws curve balls, so to speak
before I lose my temper, rant and curse
maybe I should just copy her technique
and check out every option I've got first.
With this new mode of working, I'll find that
I'll become as happy as my cat.
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