The Cat's Paw
She stares at me still mindless
of my wantings, handrubs,
errant fingers traipsing through
calico fur.
Again, his mindless looks and
and endless nothingness pours
from its mouth, but seems my
stupid purring soothes this
mindless beast.
Ah, she's purring, a sign of
wanting, at last, I see an
opportunity to fondle her.
Not again! His outstretched
hurtful hands that molest
me so, I must flee to the
safety of yon couch wanting
for touch.
No, no, no...ouch!
Ah! I knew these retractables
came handy, need to lick
off his stench from my coat
and do the circle dance, to
soften the sofa just a tad.
No you don't!
He stands, whilst I arches,
for 'tis a fight to the finish.
Paws don't fail me now.
(He stops, sits--paws down
...Calico and sofa are one.)
Date: 06/13/2019
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