Shark my tortoiseshell cat of pure arrogance has stepped on my tail today
I had my front door propped open, confident because I live in the country.
Confident that the breeze would help me stay in a great mood.
Confident that Shark would not do what Shark did.
He used up seven of his lives when he came with the wiggling creature.
I saw it happen, and ran to stop it.
Bam! He dropped the terrified rodent at my feet.
In two blinks the creature was gone, under my empty filing cabinet.
I went from zero to sixty in three. Beyond irritated.
Shark looked pleased, which added to my irritation.
“It’s your friend,” I said. “Get it!”
He was not in the mouse-collecting mood any more.
Wandered off to the porch, took two prissy steps,
Laid down and rolled over, furry tummy up.
I tore the filing cabinet apart; no mouse of course.
I cannot wait to figure out where it will end up tonight.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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