Ah, here we go — the sun’s prepared my bed.
No, wait, I must bathe myself instead!
Kellas’s lax in her own ablution,
But cats withstand human pollution.
I will start off by washing this ear.
Wait, what is this creature creeping near?
So sly in its movement, it thinks to hide.
I’ll catch you, thrash you, toss you aside!
Around and around — will it not stop?
What gives it strength when I want to flop?
At last it rests — I’ll ignore it for now.
But it’s warm and soft - that I’ll allow.
Just to be safe, I’ll trap it with my paws.
And whenever it wakes, out come the claws!
Waiting and waiting — the sun is so hot.
I’ll close my eyes…and keep what I’ve caught!
The Tail is Caught!
Of Mice and Men
There, a light shudders into shadow, stops.
And I wait.
In the corners and under the beds,
I patrol the places Kellas dreads.
Poor human! She is a mite dense.
Together we scare off the mice and the gents.
Ah, silence ruptures into movement, hops.
I am Fate.
What effrontery this creature shows!
Turpitude and idiocy, visiting foes!
Its tail is strangely long, seems to lack a head.
Oh, and its inconstancy in deciding to be dead!
But…now it moves no more. All is quiet.
Time for sweet dreams of the Atkins diet.