Teenager
I am a nasty devil,
On Tuesday I removed Marty's littertray
from the porch.
Emptied it, washed it, stored it.
He had been going out
In the dark,
Through the catflaps,
To do his business,
But now he would have to go out
In the daytime as well.
It was a culture shock for him.
At mid-day on Tuesday
He was out on the porch
With crossed legs,
Beside himself,
He didn't know what to do.
I watched him for an hour
Then had to leave to see friends.
I returned at six o'clock
To find a happy kitten.
He had resolved his problem.
He had gone outside.
Nature will out.
Now, at six months old,
He is a teenager
Wandering in and out of his catflaps
All times of the day.
He has changed his habits,
Not eating till the evening.
He is a clever cat.
I will give him his flea collar next.
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