Questioning his spinster aunt,
on the cat population in her house.
A problem that finally had to be addressed
do to neighbor's complaining to the
Board Of Health an SPCA animal control,
she tells him. "Maybe twenty",
but a quick eyeballing of the inventory,
of just those felines in the dining room
where they were seated.
He was up to fourteen, and there was still
five rooms to go, plus the second floor's
four bedrooms, just as cluttered with cats
that have seemed to have taken over the house.
She admits after realizing, he was going to
challenge her on her numbers, him sitting there
with pen and pad in hand keeping track.
She readjusts the population to fifty-seven,
That's if Buttons her favorite doesn't come back.
It's been two weeks since she last saw him,
and she's been worried sick over it.