As My Own cleaned
our sand boxes and throw rugs,
...and shampooed the bathroom carpet
(OK, sometimes we gets turned around and
perch over the sides of our boxes),
I was busy cleaning up under my purple plum.
More and more holes appear,
Tunnels linking patches of herb and flower.
Signs of nibbling.
Smells like mischief.
I know what lurks nearby!
I have the patience to outwit.
When she came to check on me,
I surprised her with my prowess!
She asked me, "Is that the mousie that has
been chewing holes in the finches' thistle sock?"
Not that I asked.
I do not suffer interlopers
tunneling through my violets and catnip.
I just takes care of business.
She scooped me up,
proceeding to lavish me
with chin skiritches,
and baby names.
Yes, I rock!
And now, I dine
on some flaked skipjack tuna:
My well earned reward.
=^..^=
