Hot Cat! Poem by moon batchelder

my kitty cat sauntered by meowing about all the sun.
i sympathized greatly, as he sought some shadow nearby.
he said i was lucky that my fur can all be un-done.
then purring quite softly, he added; 'and now, i know why! '

while he grabbed a small spot of shade, i took off all my clothes.
thus both of us found some relief from the sweltering heat.
until around noon, (when no shadow remained i suppose,)
he went back indoors, perhaps jealous, but very discreet.