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?
And adorable!!
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Thanks! I clearly love him.
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