I noticed our cat, Patches, looking puzzled while peering intently out into the backyard this afternoon. She didn’t seem agitated like she might be if a snake was the object of her attention, nor was she chattering in the way cats do when a bird is in sight. This little guy was causing the commotion. I think we should call it, “Mom, Why Is That Rock Moving?”
What a commotion she makes when her sister goes missing
Even though when they’re paired there’s often much hissing
Rooower! Rooower! Scout calls as she wanders
Come out! Right now! Where are you? She ponders.
When finally lured from her best hiding place
Patches stretches long, with disdain on her face.
Dear sister, Patches yawns, I was here all along
Why did you disturb me with your strident song?
But Scout is oblivious having now claimed
The comfortable spot on which Patches had lain.
Praying for Eyebrowz 