My Cat Protests for Pâté ~ a short poem by Katrina Curtiss 6/4/2020

My Cat Protests for Pâté ~ a short poem by Katrina Curtiss 6/4/2020

Basura Cat doesn’t like shredded, she likes Pâté
This morning she had this to say
“You fed me flakes; I like the shape of cakes
You already know this for goodness sakes!”

“Basura,” I said, “some cats don’t have food
You’ve got no right to this crazy cat mood.”
She started a protest, she started a row
“Give me Pâté, Give Me Pâté, Now!!”

She knocked over a chair, then pulled my hair
She shouted and meowed, “You just don’t care
What I want matters to me!!”
Then she stopped marching and took a knee

As she was silent, we sat 6 feet apart
I wondered what caused all of this to start
I wondered if I had been treating her right
What was making her start this really big fight?

Do I need to pay more attention to her?
So I reached down and started petting her fur
“I’ll listen to all of the things that you say
But only if you put your anger away.”

“When you’re shouting and breaking all of our things
It never accomplishes any old thing
But if you are calm and we can join hands
I will try and meet all of your demands.”

So peacefully we had a long talk and more
I went and got what she wanted from the store
Pâté, catnip, a toy mouse and a kite
It took both of us to unite, to stop our Cat/Kat fight.

Today’s Musing: “When you’re screaming at me, I can’t hear you” ~ Katrina Curtiss #girlwithguitar

 

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. Connie L. Calvo

    Oh yes, our cats are the same. Pate all the way! So glad that she calmed down so that way y’all could talk calmly!

    1. Katrina

      Thanks Connie, This post took me quite by surprise, I had no idea she was going to take us down the road of her own personal protest. It’s funny, because the food is the same to me, but not to her.Perception is one’s reality.

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