PAWS FOR THOUGHT
by Anton Wills-Eve
aren’t they everyone’s?
PAWS FOR THOUGHT
‘Springles’, our cat, is black and white
And insists on sleeping with us at night
How we put up with it goodness knows.
Ever slept with a tail right up your nose?
Then being the object of scratching claws
If you try to adjust his outstretched paws.
Our cat is also saintly, how can we tell?
By the way he meows his prayers so well,
When purring beside us, eyes shut tight
And head tucked in to keep out the light
As his ageing eyes don’t like the glare
Of our bed lamp shining on him there.
There isn’t really room enough for three
On the pillow, him, my dear wife and me.
But no matter how much we try to edge
Him down to our feet he’ll always wedge
His nose and ears up closer to our heads
And he’s vetoed the idea of separate beds.
So every night as my wife and I turn and toss
And he wakes us up, we sure know who’s boss
For his hungry yawns at six o’clock each day
Signal breakfast bowl time, then out to play.
Fourteen years now we’ve slept with our cat
But we love him and so we just give him a pat.
Do the rest of the family get treated this way?
No! The rest of them have to do what we say,
Sharing the housework, gardening and chores
“Washing up’s mine, today Hoovering’s yours.”
But Springles just lies in the grass and rolls over
Waiting to be tickled. A life of whiskers in clover!
A lovely poem.
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Thanks. 100% true too 🙂
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