Page 2 - The Gluckman Occasonal Number Nine
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The Cat Observed: Another Litter
Feline quatrains, old and new
** With snapshots of Rocky, Sheldon and Oliver **
A little kitten full of beans
(The jumping kind the poet means),
Is emptied out approaching bed;
The last to drop will be her head.
A kitten one can safely yank
When just about to pull a prank;
If only it were not too rough
To grab its mother by the scruff!
Imitate its mother’s licking
With your fingers: is that tricking
The cat to play into your hands—
Or giving her what she demands?
Kitty fell into the toilet.
Funny—but he had to spoil it:
To hold that pose he wouldn’t stop;
I can’t take pictures with a mop.
It quickly gives me little joy
To animate the catnip toy,
But she could play this game all week
Of deadly run and hide and seek
It’s only human when you try
Explaining what you do and why
To any creature who is near—
And only feline not to hear.
