“Tabby what are you doing?”
“None of your business, why?”
“It is always my business when you are sniffing in dark places, and I cannot get a good shot with the camera.”
“That is not my problem. I think I will move. There is not very much happening in this part of the garden. There are often strange creatures moving after the rain, but it seems they have all decided to go underground and I do not intend making my paws muddy. Go and write something at your desk Mrs. Human, you might have a surprise.”
“But my desk looks into the other garden.”
“Just do as I say, humans can be very irritating sometimes. Now move, before I change my mind.”
“Yes Tabby, that is the perfect photo. How nice of you to co-operate.”
“Forget it, I am not co-operating. It came to my mind that there are stones in this garden where rain water collects, the essence of the perfect water consistency. Just one sip reminds me of tiny mice, birds nests etc. etc.
What are felines made of
whiskers and paws
with very sharp claws
Rolling on floors
scratching at doors
That’s what felines are made of
What are humans made of?
to serve tuna crumbs
When the time comes
to tickle my tum
That’s what humans are made of.
Of course I based this feline poem on the words of the ancients. It was one of the first verses my mum taught me.”
“Sounds like something I also learnt at school Tabby, but with slightly more human friendly words.”
“But we were there first, the human version was just a cheap copy.”