Page 6 - The Gluckman Occasonal Number Nine

Cats of rather large proportions
Pointedly perform contortions
To wedge their bodies into nooks
From which to give you dirty looks.

Out the door my sneaky cat vaults—
Whereupon she suddenly halts:
Thrown to the winds will caution next
Find its exercise sorely vexed?

Of three cats when the earthquake struck,
Under the sink one tried to duck;
One was out the door like a shot;
And one just glared: my fault it’s not!

A luminous fantastic sight
Appears upon this moonlit night:
As over broken ground she steals,
The cat appears to move on wheels.

Men mistake cats’ rubbing for love;
Cats think speech is noise from above:
For relationships I’d say this
Excellently forms a basis.