Linda Winchell (still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)
My kitties have two scratchy posts
Yet don’t seem to ever use them.
They prefer to rip and tear at things in the house
And really do abuse them.
I opened up my curtains
To only find them shred!
I was so mad at them kitties
I wanted to shoot them dead!
So I took them both to the Vets
And asked him to do me a favor.
“Please remove the claws from these feline brats
Because of their bad behavior.”
He said; ” no problem Miss, I’ll be glad to do just that.”
But when I turned around to leave.
One Kitty was clinging to my back!
And the other one was on my sleeve.
They promised to be good you see
In their kitty kind of way.
And if spared their fate ahead
They wouldn’t my curtains and sofa fray.
So now my kitties have discovered
How great it is to use.
Those scratchy post I bought them
Now my things the Kitties don’t choose to abuse.
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