My Cats Are Trained?
My cats are smart.
They are so well trained.
Before I can get the can open
they are around my legs.
Crawlin’ up.
Thank God for denim.
When I see them lazying.
All I have to do is go outside
and they run to the bowl.
Never mind the five gallon
dry feeder which always
stays fresh.
I just pop a new
can of fish.
When it gets dark
Mama cat comes and stands at the door.
She just stands there ‘til I open it.
Then she jumps up on the bed
at wife’s feet and begins to snore.
She is so smart.
Of course I do have to open the door.
Maybe she has me trained.
I’ll have to think on that a bit.
You know? That makes me feel
sort of like a twit.
© Apr 04 2010
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