COLD CAT
The sun filtered through the window and made a warm place
Where our cat decided to sit, all refined and full of cat grace,
Soon as the sun crept onward she moved, grumbling as well,
Until it climbed up the wall, she was angry you could tell

Her pretty paw stretched up to reach and get it to come back,
Of human common sense our clever cat seemed to lack,
She gave a throaty growl and fluffed up all her fur coat,
This spoilt feline became much worse so on her I did dote.

I filled a hot water bottle then covered it with a soft towel,
Picked her up and placed her on it, no longer did she scowl,
It stayed warm much longer and didn’t not move all about,
Family and friends thought me crazy, they did laugh and shout.

But trying to live with a Siamese who was beaten by the sun
So to put her into a good mood something had to be done,
Now she never bothers with the warm moving spot on the rug
As long as she has her constant hot water bottle always to hug,

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 24 March 2004