I’ve checked the pasture horses from the fence.
They like to watch me when I clean my paws
But will not have me near them ever since
That time I scratched one of them with my claws.
I’ve walked the porch three times—still, no one’s there
And nothing has been added to my plate
Since earlier today. I’ve jumped from chair
To windowsill to make them watch me wait
With no success. I’ve searched the barn for pests
And chased a mouse to hide under the hay
Which made the swallows scatter from their nests
And brought the donkey breathless with his bray.
Now that I’ve had a moment for myself
I think I’ll go and push things off the shelf.
Farm cat is one if my favorites. Probably, because of my love for kitties?
That last line…?? Completely descibes the mischief cats are always in?
And of course, that my name is Catherine, it was just meant to be.??♀️