MY CAT'S ISSUES
by Trish Wentling
Sitting on my wooden fence
In a tuxedo of black and white
Was my tomcat named Hortense.
I heard his desperate cry all night
Meowing at alley cats to be his friend.
Why he chose those
I will never know
Instead of his toy mouse
In the polka-dot pants.
I added toys that squeaked
And rubber frogs that leaped.
But still he headed outside
For the fence meowing with pride.
Phoning the vet, I hastily spewed the facts.
Vet's diagnosis: Turn him into an indoor cat.
I sleep better and stay awake all day
The little surgery put Hortense back on track.
But his yearning for females withered away.
Bad Cat (art) by Richard Cody