My Cat

MY CAT

By JC STREET © 2004 all rights reserved

My cat
destroyed my hat
clawed my jeans
to smithereens

My cat
came to bed
ripped the duvet
all to shreds

My cat
clawed my head
rubbed its fur against my beard, said

we gotta talk

I woke up to
my cat
purring sweet, saying
time to give me food to eat, it was

4 a.m., and
I had a friend, who said
Oh baby, I love cats, and
sat up in bed, and said
Ted (that’s the cat’s name, eh)
you are such a silly moof and
here’s proof and
tickled its tum the way I hoped
she’d do to me so
I moped

My love and I are no more cuz
she took my cat to another shore
it’s not a chore to her to flirt
all night holding
Ted tight

I am bereft
Ted left, after
all the Whiskas I had deftly hidden
went into his furry tum
leaving me glum with the expenditure

of it all I am
appalled . . . this
graceless fickality, this
new catless reality

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