Another day, another cat, another bag

Another day, another cat, another bag – my friend has two cats – the previous poetry collection (Tesserae) had a poem about the other cat so it gave me the idea.

Another day, another cat, another bag

I have a pole to scratch upon

but sometimes I shred the curtain.

My owner then looks put-upon

but one thing I know for certain,

of all toys bought from far and wide,

it couldn’t be any plainer

that my all my joy I just can’t hide

snoozing next to a plastic container.

A plastic bag is bliss for a cat.

I bite it, scratch and shred

I lay in it, on it and wear it proudly on my head.

I really don’t need a fireside mat

or a high Tog duvet on a bed

just give me a bag to lay upon – oh, and keep me very well fed.

Linda Prince