My kitty has chosen the strangest of beds:
a basket of laundry, socks cushion her head.
She snores like a tractor, all cosy and curled,
Her tail, amidst my clean trousers, is furled.
“Oh, kitty,” I whisper, “you're sweet as can be.
But those trousers beneath you – they should be on me!”
“They are clean and black, and almost brand new…
I need them for school – not as bedsheets for you!”
She spreads out her toes and opens one eye…
She flexes her claws. “Not my trousers!” I cry.
And just like that, with a smirk on her face,
She leaps from the basket, with effortless grace…
“Oh, thank you kitty”, I say, with relief…
Snatching my trousers away from the thief.
On went my trousers – but that wasn’t that…
For the fur on the fabric could make a new cat!
Author: Tamara Forge