The Scratching Post I Wish We Had
One year ago, a happy birth
Gave us a kitten, full of mirth.
The little kitten had some claws;
Our house of wood gave me a pause…
I’ll buy a scratching post, I said.
He: I’ll build you one instead.
A playful masterpiece for cats,
With tunnels, stairs, wood posts and flats.
Alas, by now it’s been a year.
And kitten claws have made it clear.
The easy chair is wearing thin,
The wood furniture has lost its skin.
Where, oh where is the promised post?
Of the finished product I’d like to boast.
A purchase I think I’ll now pursue.
Then when he finishes… I’ll have two!
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