Nutmeg

Nutmeg and Layth

Here's a little ditty I wrote about our kitty:

Nutmeg is a funny cat,
She loves to have a drink.
You’ll find her in the baby’s bath
Or in the kitchen sink.

Whether she is far or near,
If there is water running,
The jingle bells around her neck
Alert us that she’s coming.

She’ll drink right from the faucet,
Or try to sip from ours,
But most of all she really loves
To sneak in people’s showers.

She’ll leap into the tub with them
And bask in the warm spray,
She’ll weave between their ankles then,
Before she runs away.

She’ll shake and fur goes flying,
Yet still she’s dripping wet.
She’ll sit there in a puddle
As happy as cats get.

Best of all in Kitty’s eyes
If one of us gives in,
We’ll scrub her well between the ears
And underneath her chin.

She also has some funny ways
And tries to prove us fools.
She likes to try to make us think
She follows all the rules.

We know better, yes, of course,
But we just play along,
And let her think that we think
That she can do no wrong.

She’ll sneak onto the table
When we sit for a meal,
But when we look her in the eye,
No closer will she steal.

In fact, she’ll turn the other way,
Lay down and close her eyes.
She’ll feign disinterest and make plans
To take us by surprise.

If we dare stop watching her,
She’ll edge a little nearer,
And though she’ll turn away again
Her goal could not be clearer.

Now should we chance to walk away,
We’ve made a dire mistake.
No doubt we will return to find
A cat upon our plate.

The reader will be glad to know
This won’t happen to them.
When guests come, there’s a kitty room
That she is locked within.

Another trick she likes to play
Is when she’s left alone,
Whatever she’s been up to then,
She doesn’t want it known.

She’ll quickly sprawl by the garage
When she hears a car door,
And act as though she, all along,
Has slept there on the floor.

I know this is an act, because
As I approach the house,
I hear a sudden rush of bells,
Then … silent as a mouse.

All in all, a clever cat,
Though cleverer are we,
Unless she lets us think we are,
For cleverest is she.

She tolerates our cuddles
And the pulling of her tail,
So she will always have a home
And never be for sale.