What could be more fun than me?
I’ll make her stop typing, you’ll see.
Because I’m now able, I’ll leap on the table.
So I launch myself into space –
there’s papers all over the place
that I like to shuffle and chase;
then I scamper to her with grace
and rub my fur in her face.
That gets her attention. Hey! Did I mention,
I can get HER to play any time of the day?
She's my personal valet. What more need I say?
I sprawl on her knees while she taps at the keys.
There’s a thing in her hand I don’t understand –
a thing that I’ve never seen,
attached to some sort of machine.
It’s a MOUSE that she uses,
to move bits when she chooses.
And now there’s a ‘thing’ on the screen.
From the corner of my eye
I saw it zoom by. Perhaps it’s a fly?
To catch it, perchance, I sprang with a dance
then swatted with glee, for I’m a hunter, you see!
The battle’s been fought – under my paw it is caught,
but to my dismay the ‘thing’ got away!
Cursors! I muttered, frustration uttered.
I pretended that I didn’t care,
and stalked off with my tail in the air.
I want her to play with ME, not write her dumb poetry.
One thing’s for certain, when I climb this curtain
she’ll come running to see what I’ve done,
and then we can have some more FUN!
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Author Notes
Author's Note:
The distracting antics of my young cat always make me laugh. I hope you find them amusing, too.
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