Having taken a running leap,
My cat slides into the slippery rug,
Which then wraps itself around him.
So he settles in, wearing the white fringe
Like an Elizabethan ruff
And pretending he meant to do this all along.
Knowing it would make a pleasing portrait,
He waits patiently for me to find my phone
And photograph him, then leaps out of his nest
And runs off in pursuit of his sister,
Howling as he goes, rather like a human,
Who, having made a mistake,
Seeks someone else to loudly blame…
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