My old Black cat just started to consume supper from a can of Friskies,
It was yummy purrfect!
Chester zips in,
Surveys the territory,
Honey is living the can,
Frances is snuggling,
My old fellow still munching,
,
Then like the flash Chester speeds away,
Off to notify Emily and Sophie and Precious and Sadie who are eating cooling poached fish,
‘Better food by mom!’
He has not returned,
My old fellows done for a spell,
Time for mom to read and eat an apple,
Francis has returned to licking my pocket,
If you imagin kitties don’t talk how’d she know butter melted in my pocket?
When I woke it was Molly in my pocket licking?
Val Whitewolf 