What the Cat[1] Dragged In
Tuesday: 3 brown rats
(the ones as big as cats),
1 soil-clad licorice root,
a glove, a gardener’s boot;
Wednesday: rabbit stew,
a single mouse (for you!),
a half-chewed, hand-caught fish
that vanished from your dish
at lunch (you claimed
to have finished the same);
. . . . . .
[1] Professor Percival P. Pennywhistle, PhD, does not, of course, own such a creature himself. They think far too much of themselves, shed, leave nasty things called “hairballs” under the couch cushions, and insist on being petted and scratched and molly-coddled at the least convenient times of day.
