Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
Cat: Prancer is a little black cat who decided to move in with me. I’m her third mummy, her second lives next door to me, she made a clear decision that here is where she wants to be. Her character over time is coming out, she thinks she is the queen of all that she surveys. This is another day in her forays.
Cat: Prancer Surveying Her Turf
She’s such a devil, she struts and she plays
Wandering down the garden, not going astray
Tail in the air, strutting fluffily away
Letting me know that she’s here to stay
I go down the garden, I turn and I find
There she is, right behind.
She wanders around to see what she can spy
Nipping ahead, keeping an eye
To make sure I don’t get left behind
She climbs up on the compost bins and sniffs the air
Watching for birds, the ones that flew before she got there
It’s probably the rats that she can smell
They wander around under where her feet
At this moment do dwell
Whilst she has a rest on top of the bin
Watching me from her raised plinth
I nip around the garden you see, to clear up any dog poo
That might be sitting waiting for me
And then I remember last night too
When she was outside
She went and did a poo, so on a hunt that was me
Checking to find if I could remember where she had been
When I was watching her from the swing
And she squatted fairly close to me
I’m quite surprised that she can do any more poos
Because virtually every time she goes indoors
She does a little bit more
I must say, considering what she does
In the tray every day
I’d rather it there than outside
Where all the plant pots used to play
But on the upside
Prancer is now a reasonable weight and bodily clean
She sits and grooms in front of me, her coat is shiny, not like before,
She is improving more and more
When she was thin and straggly, full of dirt, twigs and debris
Where she had laid outside on the floor, hoping to get into my conservatory
Now she gets lots of time you see,
To sit and groom on a bed or chair that’s free
She pauses often and looks at me as if to say
“I’d like to stay, I’ve made my choice
Let’s cuddle, play and while away the day”
Then the cat curls up for a snooze
She’s so chuffed that she can choose from all the beds that she sees
Instead of being outside in all temperatures, in the dirt and debris
She also has clean water, clean food and nice clean facilities
Not like before when she lived outdoors and was full of fleas.
But back to the present and there it is
I spied it amongst the grass and twigs
And her, she just watches me from the compost bin
Where she still sits, taking pride of being the garden queen
I empty the bucket, the dog now not far behind
She was also trundling around to see what she could find
I decide it’s now time for me to slowly wander
Back to the conservatory
The dog and me slowly wander through the damp grass,
And there goes that little black cat,
Zooming along like she’s got a flea up her Rs
Prancer has managed to get to the door before the dog and me
It’s so much better when you don’t have to look for obstacles
Sitting like snipers waiting to clock you, you see
Especially when you’re least expecting a surprise that lurks
Hidden just out of sight waiting for you to step in it and take flight
Your foot only has to touch it lightly
And you skid along
Possibly landing up on your bum or you end up scraping your foot
Forever more
Before limping down the garden and leaving your shoe just outside the door
Now it’s time for a treat for each of them,
Two for the cat and a strip for the dog, it’s almost like they have a mental log
They know what treat it is and whether it’s two or three
Just like they know when its food time, well, that’s when I decide hehe
And me . . .
I’m just going to grab a quick cup of tea
I might even get to write a poem or three
Whilst I sit on my swing and sip my tea, quietly
You can join me and we’ll both appreciate the quiet scenery
Whilst you drink your tea and read a ColourMine poem
Won’t it be nice having the time to enjoy such a treat.
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