(A Christmas Day Tale)
Stitches my cat
Was found with a mat
In a place on her coat where the kitty cat sat.
She meowed and she cried,
And she poked at my side,
So I knew I must try to help her sore hide.
I brushed her hair,
But the knot was still there,
So we searched for scissors to cut the spot bare.
Sheri started to snip,
And she made a small clip,
But Stitches screamed out and tried a quick nip!
It became very clear,
Though the thought was not dear,
That a vet was the one who could help her poor rear.
So a battle we waged,
To get her encaged,
And that’s hard to do when a cat is enraged.
We drove with the cat,
To the vet and we sat
And waited until she removed the large mat.
The cat was now quiet,
But the bill was a riot,
For the price that I paid, I could’ve lived at the Hyatt.
That’s the end of my tale,
It all ended well.
Do you want a nice kitty, I have one for sale.
©Christmas Day 2007