Here's Alison: A Gentle Tender Touch
Parker the hungry cat does a little owner-training in this poem by Alison Ross.
I just knew I wasn’t wanted
Her door was shut so tight,
I stood up on my hind legs
And pushed with all my might.
It opened with a crash
I leapt upon her bed,
She didn’t move a muscle
She pretended she was dead.
I’ll put a stop to that
She needs some sorting out,
I lifted up my paw
And gave a mighty clout.
Her body moved and blankets
Were drawn across her head,
Thinks she can ignore me
I’ll have her out of bed !
If MIGHT won’t work I’ll use
A gentle tender touch,
I wriggle in a paw
Softly…not too much.
It works…her eyes are open
I gently pat her cheek,
"Wakey wakey darling,
It’s breakfast that I seek"
It takes a little time,
To convince her of my need.
But she eventually sighs
And comes to get my feed!
It’s not easy training people
Though I’m sorting her out fine,
But sleeping in at six am,
Is where I draw the line!
