Pets. They are the backbone of a happy society! There are many animal people I had the pleasure of loving over the years. I told you I was full of pet stories and this one is a very short story told in poem form.

They keep us amused; they steady us back to balance. They cause us to laugh out loud at their antics; they keep us sane in a chaotic world. You have only to watch a pet food ad on TV to learn the obvious about modern society: They demand and we answer the call.

This little story is simple in form and the telling but long on the message: Pets know when we are stressed and take measures to balance us.  That, and you know you are really in trouble when your pet cat lays dibs on owning the couch.  So, what's his password?  Read on.

Who said it had to be a long story? Use the idea of poetry form for a really really short story! Enjoy! And, yes, this is a fast easy read.

 

Bar room

Bouncer,

Burly,

Heavily

Muscled,

Pale gold

Tiger cat

His is The

Curty Cartier.

Speaking

Loudly

To

His Persons:

Come

Join

Me!

His Persons,

Glancing

Across

The room,

Busy

In

The kitchen:

Will you

Look at that!

They exclaim.

He

Thinks

It’s

His couch!

Curty,

High pitched,

Squeaks,

He’s

A

Tenor,

Invites

Again:

Watch TV

With me,

Won’t you?

Pleasing

Cat smile

Wide.

His Persons,

Loudly

Huffing

And,

Just a bit

Indignant:

Whose couch

Is this anyway?

This cat

Is really

Something!

Curty,

Sweetly,

Oh,

So agreeably,

Persistent insistent:

I need some company!

Come sit with me,

He implores.

You know

You need

To pet me!

His Persons,

Giving

Curty

The

Stern and

Disapproving

Eye:

Whose

Couch

Is it, Curty?!

Curty,

Sweet faced,

With big eyes

Lifted up

To greet

His Persons:

My couch!

His Persons,

Now really,

Truly annoyed:

Whose

Couch

Is it,

Big Guy?

Curty,

Smiling,

Thinking

His Persons

Are playing

A fun game:

My couch!

He answers back.

His Persons,

totally

Exasperated:

Whose

Couch

Is it,

After all,

Cat!?

Curty,

Yawning

Widely,

Stretching out

His long body,

Flexing

His

Ferocious

Menacing

Claws,

Oh,

So relaxed:

It’s

My

Couch!

Blinking slowly,

Confident,

I

Thought

You

Already

Knew

 

That!

His Persons,

Worn

Down,

Shrugging

Their

Shoulders,

Resigned,

Starting

To

Smile

In

That

Moment,

Look

At

Each

Other

In agreement:

OK,

It's

Curty’s

Couch!

Curty smiled

As he saw

His Persons

Approach

His couch:

I

Just

Knew

You

Would see

Things

My way.

Now,

Don’t

Forget

To massage

My paws

After you

Settle in and

Get yourselves

Nice and

Comfortable

With me.

I purr

really nice,

Don’t

You think?

Aren’t

You glad

You

Joined me

On

My couch?

We are all

Having

Such

A

good

Time.

Curty,

Smiling,

I know I am.

Remember this pet proverb: Pets keep us in our place – right where they want us – filling the food bowl and changing the TV channels.

*** For another even more amusing pet poem, this one about a Greyhound dog who is quite the cad in the romance department, enthralling every woman who meets him, read: Writing Love Poetry: Part 2. The poem is called: The Interesting Man.

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