It was the middle of the night and I heard such a scream,
Basura cat’s leg were flailing, she was having a bad dream.
It seems that she was training to compete in a triathlon,
While wearing eye goggles and a polka dot thong.
She had to run, she had to ride, she had to swim, stride for stride.
She worked up a sweat, had to get wet, on her winning, no one would bet.
I watched and wondered as she ran place to place,
So fast, like she was being chased.
From the tub, to the bike, around she went,
She finally stopped and fell over, obviously spent.
When she awoke, she crawled for her food,
She was in such a fussy cat mood.
I asked her if she had had any dreams,
She shrugged and asked for the arthritis cream.
I have to admit that it made me laugh,
Especially when she did the backstroke in the bath.
I asked her if she wanted to go out for a walk,
She closed her eyes, went to sleep, too tired to talk.
Today’s Musing: “I think I could win a Not-Try-Athlon” ~ quote by Basura, owner of me. #girlwithguitar