Tater Redux (#16 Na/GloPoWriMo)

Tater is no Jeoffrey

Of Christopher Smart fame.

There is no “elegant quickness”

In his 3-legged gait.

But he scrambles atop

The carpeted tower,

All shoulder muscles

And determination.

His meow quacks

After intubations,

But he sings a hearty

Song of his people.

He chases lids,

When the dogs don’t,

Tackling and shaking his prey,

Returning them in perfect fetch.

Tater loves vegetables, especially lettuce.

Apples induce a frenzy of

Desire and acrobatics.

Sun-drenched mornings

Find him wrapped up

With brother cat, Magoo.

Netflix evenings always

On a lap.

He sits outside the shower.

Jail breaks at the front door.

Begging to be held,

He drools on my cheek,

Bites my ear.

11 pounds of fur,

11 more all over the house.

He wraps his paw around

My little finger.

Yes, my liege?