I’m a cat
My name is Bob
Cleaning counters is my job.
The second I see food on them
I stuff it in my mouth and then
Make a beeline for my bed.
When the loot
Falls en route
The dogs, always in hot pursuit,
Pick it up with quick dispatch-
One chew, no more, and down the hatch.
When Our Person saunters back
Expecting to pick up her snack:
The counter is clean,
We’re smug and serene,
While she, poor thing, her memory hazy,
Wonders if she’s gone bat crazy.
Next week:
Avocados Are My Favorite Fruit