I`d already decided
No way would I brave the snow,
When my cat meowed,
To be blunt, he needed to 'go'.
His door flap is too small,
(He`d hate it if I called him 'fat')
As he is quite sensitive
And intelligent....for a cat.
I carried him very gingerly
Placed him underneath a tree,
While his accusing eyes
Were staring straight at me.
Obviously it was my fault
The snow had ruined his playground,
He shivered in disgust
As he took a look around.
I cleared a patch of garden
(He also searched for soil) ,
I could sense him getting agitated
With no appreciation for my toil.
In desperation I found some compost
Thinking, he could improvise
But no way would he perform
Right in front my eyes.
He slid across the ice
On the ornamental garden pond
Depositing his present,
To remove it? , I wished I had a magic wand.