Furball Of Fury Poem by Ima Ryma

I was just getting to trust her.
She and I seemed to get along.
With people one is never sure.
So often people get it wrong.
But as a person she seemed to
Provide me with my daily need,
While giving me the space to do
My own thing - important indeed!
But today she did pick me up
And put me through a horror that
Made me think she'd gone crazy - yup!
She's in the doghouse with this cat.

She certainly incurred my wrath,
This awful thing she called a bath.