Fat Cat Nap
Early one morning I awoke from sleep.
I had the urge to take a leek.
I dragged out of bed for a bathroom break.
I still was not fully awake.
I was still in a sleepy mood.
But, I felt like I needed some food.
I went to the kitchen to get a bite.
I found some cereal that I like.
The kitchen floor on my feet felt cool.
I still hadn’t put on socks or shoes.
As I sat at the table starting to eat,
I felt something against my feet.
It felt like whiskers, was my guess.
Probably Squally wanting food, no less.
Then I felt something cold and wet.
It was rubbing against my feet yet.
It was probably Squally so I looked down.
It wasn’t a fat cat that I found.
At my feet was a large rat.
I jumped & spilled cereal in my lap.
The rat was gone in nothing flat.
“Squally!!”, where is that fat cat?
I went looking to see where he was at.
He was in the living room asleep in a chair.
He didn’t even know the rat was there.
I let Squally smell my feet.
Hoping he would smell the rat & get to his feet.
He took a sniff of my foot.
Then gave me a dirty look.
Then turned over & went back to sleep.
He could care less about my feet.
Does this happen every time?
I am just playing a game in my mind.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)