In a Flap by Vivien Teasdale
This isn’t quite the way it seems It’s not that I’m too fat But sometimes life is just too much When you live with a supercilious cat! She made it look so easy, you see As she gracefully rippled through Then, nose in the air, she turned to stare As if to say “Now you” If she hadn’t looked at me just so I might have been more thick-skinned But that final flick of her high class tail And caution was thrown to the wind My horoscope said to stay indoors “Have a rest, take a quick cat nap” If I’d only listened and stayed by the fire, I wouldn‘t be in such a flap. Though I’ve struggled and squirmed, and scrabbled a bit In a way that was quite ‘infra dig’ Now I can see, there’s too much of me. In fact, I admit, I’m too big. Just wait till I learn to unlock the door I shall saunter abroad with a sneer But until I discover a way to retract, I’m afraid I shall stay right here.