Whiskers

Whiskers

© 2002 by Bud Lemire

You're such a silly kitty cat, running through the house

What do you think you're doing, chasing an invisible mouse

I saw you one day drinking, from the bathroom sink

And your kitty box smells awful, it sure does stink

You're nothing but a scaredy cat, you run from any sound

When the garbage bags are shaken, you're nowhere to be found

You're always on the counter, looking for something there

But I must warn all the flies, you just better beware

For she will swipe, and she will certainly eat you

So you better fly away, or you will be gone too

Why I even caught her, drinking from the toilet you see

No more kitty kisses, they may taste too much like pee

When I'm working at the computer, I can't see the screen

She has her fur right in my face, and I can't see in between

I sometimes share Tuna fish, and leave it for her in the can

She's always there when I open it, to see what is at hand

We see her often, playing with a wire wrapper tier

She'll grab and swipe, and run like she's on fire

Whiskers is a good pet, a personality all her own

And she is a god friend, when I am all alone

Why sometimes I believe, that she can read my mind

For she's one step ahead of me, which I always find

Animals (cats and dogs) really are, special in their own way

And Whiskers, you sill kitty cat, you are A-Okay

Whiskers was Aunja's cat. We lived in Gig Harbor, and later

moved to Montesano. While in Gig Harbor, I remember one

time I was trying to work on a jigsaw puzzle on the table, and

Whiskers would jump up and be in my way. I swiped her down

and she would land on the floor. She would get back up again,

and I would swipe her down. She kept doing it for several times.

I was beginning to think she liked that.