Feline impediments to a Sunday nap
A poem.
December 12, 2013
Feline impediments to a Sunday nap Ìý
Two cats recline upon my chest; Ìý
One looketh east, one looketh west. Ìý
One points the end that looketh south
Toward the end where ith my mouth. Ìý
When one cat stirs, the other growls;
The first one hisses through his jowls.
I try again to close my eyes Ìý
And hope they reach a compromise.
Instead, the two begin to circle Ìý
To better make my surface workle. Ìý
They treat me as (this makes me sore) Ìý
Floor model in a mattress store. Ìý
These two, I note, we treat as brothers
And as for cats, we have had others; Ìý
But male or female, expensive or free, Ìý
All seem to lie on top of me. – Con Chapman