My Husband Fancies Poindexter Now
What is that thing? My husband asked in a persnickety way and not with glee.
I pretended I had no idea he was pointing to my new pal, Poindexter Cat.
Is it a dog? He queried. “It looks like a weird Chihuahua if you ask me.
The best idea I ever had came to me instantly, as cat curled up on the mat.
Yes! I readily agreed, that is a new kind of Chihuahua a magnificent dog!
For my husband is allergic to cats, and would never have agreed to one.
It sure is skinny, he said. Have you fed it? Please note our other pet is a hog.
I gave him some dog biscuits and dog food, I lied. I am dishonest you see.
Its head is so weird, my husband continued. Make it stop looking at me.
Poindexter was glaring at him as if he was the Devil’s right hand man.
He is a curious animal, I told him. Let him be. He wants to see all he can see.
My husband and “Poin” became the best of friends and shared some flan.
They went to the circus, and watched the acrobats and the lion.
Luckily, they were both wearing mask and they were hard of hearing.
I do not need him to know that Poindexter is a cat and I am ly’n.
If he finds out, I will be the one booted out, I am now fearing.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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