A cat in the neighborhood. |
When the cat with the bow tie sashays down the street, I assume he is looking for something to eat. I espy him each morning directly at dawn; and I wonder how this cat keeps his bow tie on. So I saw him again today dressed in his tie; my new neighbor next door saw the Bow Cat go by. With some food at her door, she let go with a yelp; to be honest, she was only trying to help. Her yelp scared the Bow Cat so he ran up a tree. I stepped out on my porch and Lorraine waved to me. She said, “I try each day to feed this Bow Tie Cat; but I scared him today, so now look where’s he’s at!” I then asked, “Have you tried it before? Lorraine, dear.” “Have you offered to feed a cat so full of fear?” “Sixteen different ways I have tried,” she answered thus. “I love cats, so I do not mind making a fuss.” I looked up to see Bow-Tie Cat wearing a grin; he seemed none too concerned ’bout the state he was in. I thought fondly of Cheshire Cat and that whole lot; when the phone rang, I suddenly perished the thought. It was neighbor Lorraine and her voice was dismay; “I try feeding the cat, yet the cat runs away!” So she sought my advice, sounding quite overwrought; I adjusted my tie and told her what I thought: “If the cat doesn’t want any food, then for sure he may feel hunger pangs but the fear will endure.” “Still, he would never be the same, this I forecast, if you leave him some catnip as morning repast.” When we watched out our windows, our cat did descend; he abandoned his branch and embraced a new friend. With the catnip, in some ways he loosened his mind as he dashed up the street leaving bow tie behind. 32 Lines Writer’s Cramp 10-20-15 ___________ Requirements: --the cat with the bow tie --she was only trying to help --sixteen different ways --when the phone rang --he would never be the same |