Pussy Cat?

Pussy cat?

I bet the vet
is scared I'll eat him.

He breaks out in a sweat
whenever I meet him.

He does look tasty
I have to admit.

Might I be permitted
to try a bit?

Maybe a morsel of vet finger?
A nibble of vet nose?

I don't suppose he'd miss a vet ear
or one of his vet toes?

My human tells him I'm a pussy cat.
She says I wouldn't hurt a fly.

But the vet knows this isn't true.
And so, dear friends, do I!


Poem copyright Bernard Young

Picture by Caitlin