I was reading the other day and ran across a poem by Eleanor Farjeon. It was about kitties and how they laze around and sleep all day. I noticed if I squinted my eyes and looked at it just right, I could change a few of the letters around and make a whole new poem out of it, one about my buddy Cap. It goes like this...
Cap sleeps anywhere, any table, any chair,
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge,
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do,Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks,
Anywhere! He doesn't care! Cap sleeps anywhere.Yeah, that's ol' Cap exactly. Like she knew him when she wrote that poem. Sometimes we have to hold a mirror under his nose to make sure he's still breathing, he's that quiet to live with. Low maintenance, Mom says. Something I wouldn't know about myself.
~Tell
