My Cat Widget

[Leah S.]

My Cat Widget

On each return from my day’s work;
Behind my door I know she'll lurk.
(Slyly.)

No sooner do I enter in,
Than she begins to make a din.
(“Pet me!”)

She leaps, she bumps, she winds about,
Until her sanity's in doubt.
(By me.)

She glares; she stares; she whips her tail,
And makes a loud, uncanny wail.
(“Myow-ee!”)

There is no peace while I undress,
She claws my laces, what a mess.
(Tangly.)

I try to put my clothes away,
But Widget has to have her say.
(“Watch me!”)

Until at last, I make a lap,
So she can purr and take a nap.
(“Rrrr-owee.”)

Of course this only lasts a while,
Until I drink my chamomile.
(Tiredly.)

And then it’s time to go to bed,
Where Widget lands and puts her head.
(Yawn-y.)

A peaceful sight you think you see,
Until her claws dig into me.
(“OW-Wee!”)

Then comes the early morning light:
Cat-cophony is at its height.
(Why me?)

I know you think my cat is strange,
At least she hasn’t got the mange.
(Hee-hee.)

There’s one more thing she loves to do:
Get in the tub when I'm all  through.
(Damp, she.)

She carefully observes the faucet,
And an hypothesis does posit.
(“Drip-py!”)

Her existence needs no reason,
She doesn’t know the date or season.
(Carefree.)

It matters not to her one whit,
Whether (or if) I do my bit.
(Wisely.)

When it come to love she's muddled.
But I’ll settle for being quite cuddled.
(So’ll she.)