The other day when the cat and Cassie were at that other bay, the cat was almost dead. Yep, Cassie tried to kill me while I slept in the bed. I knew she liked being the only cat but I never thought she would resort to that.
When I was all asleep,
Ignoring the sounds at that other keep.
Even though it's hard to ignore a mutt,
That constantly wants to sniff your butt.
I would really like to smack him in the face,
Or bite his tail giving him an embrace.
But I won't talk about that other one anymore.
Been there done that at my shore.
Anyway, there I was dreaming away,
While Cassie decided to run and play.
She did her usual jump and twirl,
Not acting like such a regal girl.
I rose my head and looked away,
And went back to dreaming at that other bay.
But then all went kind of quiet,
Like the calm before riot.
She went into the closet that had a door ajar,
You'd think she'd avoid small spaces after being in the car.
And that is when she did it,
She tried to kill me where I sit.
It wasn't a bowling ball.
It was something rather tall.
Wasn't some old toy,
She had a much nastier ploy.
Wasn't even some water balloon,
Hidden away by that Pat loon.
Or that super soaker thing,
That she decided to fling.
I had precious seconds to scatter,
As I stared at the incoming matter.
Even groggy I couldn't miss it,
Scurrying away just as it was about to hit.
Crashed into the bed,
Right where I rested my head.
And she just gave a "who me" look,
As she went to climb on some old textbook.
And there I was left on the floor.
Scoping out the closet door.
Yep, she somehow knocked it off the track,
And tried to kill me at that other shack.
I now have to sleep with one eye open every day just in case she tries again at our bay. So has anyone tried to kill you with a closet door at your shore? Thankfully the closet doors are now on good and tight, so hopefully no more will take flight. I would not want to be beneath the grass because a closet door fell on my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.