Mr Cat
Mr Cat
Mr Cat is such a chap, he's a big lad, a big stripy tom.
Green eyes, a proper tabby, well built, solid, muscular,
handsome, quite a lad with the lassies.
He sits upright on top of the stone pillars at the end of the drive
like a statue, silent, like a proud lion.
Then he's gone on one of his missions, away for hours, what does he
see ? what does he do ? Hunting ? Playing ? Chasing ? Or is there
something more mysterious ?
Sometimes he comes back wounded, then I know he's been fighting.
It's not good to see him hurt, beaten up, bits of flesh missing, bleeding
and scuffed up. Then he is kept indoors for a few days.
He's all male, man cub, he likes his food, he would eat until he was sick
if you would let him. Then he sleeps all afternoon on the sofa.
Tania Kitchin
10/08/2018
Copyright © Jane Gomm | Year Posted 2018
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