Indoor Cat
Marty is not an outdoor cat.
He sleeps inside all day
On his cushion or in his catbasket,
Inherited from Fritz,
And in the afternoons
He does the cat's traditional thing
And heads for the back bedroom
To sleep by the pillows.
It is only when the dark comes down,
At seven o'clock these days,
That he actually goes outside.
Then for the night he is like a jack-in-the-box
Through his catflaps,
In and out,
As in his kittenish way
He explores the great surrounding world.
He must have good eyesight.
I hope he stops using his littertray soon
And becomes a proper cat.
He is only six months old.
Attacking
Marty has started attacking the furniture.
My ancient three-piece-suite is suffering
>From his claws.
I chase him for his life
And demonstrate his scratching post to him.
My next-door-neighbour's kitten Oliver
Was banished to her daughter's for the very same reason.
Perhaps it is good for Marty
That I live in a house that is falling to pieces.
He can do what he likes when I'm not there
And nobody will notice.
If you have a kitten live in delapidation.
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