Thursday, January 22, 2015

Where the Cat Napped

There is an old farm cat that lived in the outdoors,
Even though he can't see very well through one eye,
he enjoys every minute of it, 
or so I have been told.

But one day he was found with a gouge in his chin,
Gross and disgusting as it could be.
So into he went into the cat carrier,
To the vet's to see what we could see. 

An overnight stay, two drainage tubes, and a few stitches later,
The old farm cat came home with medicines and instructions to stay in the house.
The old farm cat didn't mind since he loved to nap inside where it was warm. 
And he intended to take a very long nap. 

Upon waking from his ridiculously long nap in the craft room closet,
He ventured throughout the house because it was time for his meal
Little realizing that he was to eat inside.
He truly did not mind. 

The next day, he napped in Sarah's room 
Since it was the quietest of them all. 
Granted, it could be cold, 
But snuggling next to the laptop solved that. 
After getting shooed off the desk in lieu of homework, 
the old farm cat found a new spot:
A perch above the bed
Where he could supervise everything. 
After finding how hard and cold his perch could be,
He found a new location to lay his head.
With all the junk removed,
The comfortable blue throne would certainly do. 
When things got too chilly in the north-facing bedroom,
he wandered into the warmest spot in the house.
A sunbeam hitting the carpet
became the perfect place to be. 
But there was a cozier spot than the throne in blue or the solar radiance - 
the rumpled up sheets right after the human was removed.
Plush and soft and not-pilled-flannel
became the old farm cat's most favorite spot of all. 
Alack, alas. This heaven could not last forever.
After staying indoors for two weeks, 
the orange fur began to pile up
and sneezing abounded throughout the house.

The stitches removed and the medications gone,
it was time to the old farm cat to resume his post in the garage.
His nieces welcomed back their elderly relative
And into the upturned cardboard box with the old comforter did he go.

Until  next time!

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