I know I have a lot to do,
so many things - see them through.
There are clothes to clean, grass to mow,
cookies to bake, seeds to sow.
But I really can't do all these things in a snap.
Because, you see, there's a cat in my lap.

He stretches and rolls and gives me a wink,
from his sleepy gold eyes - just a small blink.
I smooth his long tail and tickle his tummy,
he yawns and purrs to tell me that's yummy.
The telephone rings. The paper boy taps.
No move do I make. There's a cat in my lap.

Bright sunlight dances across the floor,
to warm my small friend just a bit more.
A happy prisoner am I in my chair -
some moments of peace - not a care.
I think I'll take a little nap,
with this soft, furry ball, a cat in my lap.


||Karen Boxell||












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