Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
Cat: Prancer enjoys stretching her legs in the garden whilst spying the local wildlife
Cat: Prancer in the Garden
That little black cat, she follows me,
Especially when it’s time for tea
She’s learning from her big compadre,
He stands up at the kitchen window
Taps and shouts “hey”,
Now she is beginning to do the same
She stretches just in front of me,
She sits and just stares
Absolutely no blinking you see.
She turns her head and licks her coat,
She’s looking tidy now she’s not remote
At every opportunity she follows me,
Wants to sit beside me
I know she is really cute by design
I just won’t let her cuddle up because
At the moment she’s technically not mine
Before you consider that she is a stolen cat
Of which I have taken advantage
I’ll stop you right there
She lived next door
Where she had been left by the owner
They moved house and didn’t go back for her
Prancer wasn’t happy there
But she quite happily came and found me
And gradually allowed her life to be
Intertwined with mine
I think now she considers her life divine
I don’t want her thinking
Until the right time
That she is most definitely mine
Just a quick chip check and hopefully
Her paperwork will be mine.
If I go in the garden,
Prancer is there with me,
She doesn’t wander off,
Just stays as close as she can be
Wanders up and down under the washing line
She has a drink
Out of the first birds drinking tub that she finds
It’s nice that she feels that way
Even the dog doesn’t waste energy
Chasing her away, she’s now like a sister you see
I’m glad that she feels comfortable to stay
Although why would she go when it’s clear to see
That I’ll let her out when she wants
To be wandering around looking
For birds, rats and mice you see
That’s part of living out in the country
There have been occasions when I sat indoors
Fell asleep during a pause
And 2 hours later I suddenly remembered
I needed to go and look out for that flooze
There she was staring at me,
Paws on the door window, as if saying
“You left me out, it’s too cold for me,
I can’t believe I was forgotten, you beast”
I open the door she comes strolling in,
Heads for the food to see if there’s some left in,
On she goes to the litter tray
She does a little tiddle
Even though she’s been out for a while today
But that’s ok
Once she’s fed and toileted, of which I’m pleased
She then decides to go have a sleep,
She curls right up; it’s nice to see
That she is so relaxed in her nice dry bed
With Herr Ob and me
She is really comfy you see,
It’s nice and dry in our conservatory
It might not be spectacularly clean
Because she throws up fur balls regularly
And Herr Ob makes a right mess
With the fresh litter that he flings
She pukes her fur balls all over the floor,
Underneath the chair that’s furthest away
From the conservatory door
Herr Ob on the other hand scrapes for ever more
Kicking all the fresh litter up over the furniture and floor
What a combination they are for me
But it’s still an enjoyment to watch them
Develop their foibles and intricacies
I sit on my swing with my cup of tea
That little black cat having followed me
Is once again sitting staring at me
Although it could just as easily be
That she has her beady eye on the little birds
Dancing in the hedge behind me.
She eventually struts her way under the swing
She sits and watches quietly
As the little birds, chatter merrily
And me, I just enjoy observing quietly
The gentle life that surrounds me
Whilst I sit sipping on my delicious tea
With that little black cat once again sitting at my feet.
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