The Cat
If my cat could talk i wonder what it would say
With eyes of total wonderment and times of yesterday.
This is what I think my cat would begin to tell me now
If she had words and not of variations of a meow
I think your toes are mice as you snuggle into bed
Which is why I need to paw them make sure they're dead
I like to lie at the top of the stairs to look for potential predators
Not trip you up and fall over the bannisters
I know I meow quite violently when I want my food
But waiting more than a minute to me is simply rude
I like to hide drawers and other quiet places too
And drink water from taps and yes the bathroom loo
Thank you for being patient as you stand at the door to let me out
I simply can't make mind up whether to stay warm or go about
Just remember that I love to snuggle on your lap
Rub my head against your neck and lie to take a nap
Miss you even when you go out for more than an hour
This cat loves you more than the highest tower.
My cat.
Copyright © Suzanne Carruthers | Year Posted 2018
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