And then my cat
looked up at me
relaying that
she’d been to see
her empty dish
and that her wish
was for some more
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
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Published
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Adorable
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Thank you very much!
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A very accurate portrait of a cat, especially if it would normally find food in its dish at that time. I refer you to an old poem of mine:
A Matter of Habit
Feed a cat once at three o’clock,
and you’ve set a precedent.
Feed a cat twice at three o’clock,
and you’ve created a pattern.
Feed a cat thrice at three o’clock,
and for the rest of its life
the cat will look at you
with expectation in its eyes
as it goes to check its food bowl
each day at three o’clock.
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Thank you! And your poem is very good! One thing you missed, “Feed a cat at three o’clock after the time changes, you confuse them for weeks!” At least, that’s the case with my cats. 🙂
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You’re right, cats don’t do DST.
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😄🤭 mine sits by his and meows (you’d think someone was killing him).
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Why are you starving him? 😉 Thanks!
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Lol he thinks so. You’re welcome. 😊
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Hahahahahahaha!
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Thank you! 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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