Scratching post
Col in the pub told me about the scratching post.
His wife Jill had bought one for their kitten.
Six pounds ninetynine. Argos.
And all their five cats were using it.
Next day I bought one for Marty.
Three feet tall. Coiled with rope. Engineered.
He didn't want anything to do with it.
So for a week I tried to teach him
By lifting up his paws to claw it.
Then I left him alone for another week.
And after that he started using it. Kittens ain't thick.
Back arched, paws scraping,
He was doing the proper cat stuff.
And him only three months old.
But he hasn't yet learnt that his claws are sharp.
And he digs into visitors.
And his bite is sharp.
He has been brought up soft. Not scolded enough.
He will damage someone someday.
But perhaps the furniture won't be ruined.
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