Had a cat that was raising a ruckus outside meowing loudly.
There on the front step were five mice, laid out in a neat row. The cat was walking back and forth meowing . She would sit on top of a neighbor’s shed and drop down on unsuspecting rodents. Odd thing though, the same cat couldn’t catch a bird .
I had one of each kind, but the funniest one was the one I wrote this poem about after watching him deal with a mouse inside the house:
The Ballad of Boots The Lazy Cat
Sitting in a room this morn
Commotion on the rug
What was Boots the cat chasing?
Could it be a bug?
There before my startled eyes
In the middle of the floor
A disheveled little grayish lump
Quivering and sore
Hovering all around it
As it twitched and wiggled still
Was Boots the lousy hunter
Looking at his kill
As fast as you could blink an eye
It jumped and ran away
But Boots declined to let it go
And ran into its way
But back and forth the mouse would run
With Boots to stop his run
Until panting with exhaustion
He was back where he’d begun
The deformed paw came down and then
The mouse flipped in the air
Then prancing to the other side
A feline Fred Astaire
Would paw and poke and claw and scratch
That mouse till he lay still
Then wiggling his scrawny butt
Would move in for the kill
But kill he didn’t want to do
He simply liked to play
The mouse I think already knew
This wouldn’t be his day
I could no longer take the chance
That it would get away
I had to interrupt this thing
And bring and end to play
So brandishing an implement
Meant to make it grovel
I put an end to Bootsie’s game
With the flat end of a shovel
The toilet flushed, the paw was licked
A peace was soon restored
To end the tale of lazy cat
And mouse that never roared