Getting up early
Placing the chair where
I can witness for once (out of bed)
“The Arrival of the Ducks”
(followed by the pair of doves).
Scattering the cat biscuits
Far and wide like
I am sowing seed in the dawning light
When arrives Frodo the Cat
Who softly, with surprise, grazes.
Well done, Frodo my cat.
‘Frightened Frodie’, scaredy-cat,
Mister Frodo, beloved cat.
This morning I saw in our interaction,
you have achieved your mission;
from frightened Frodo
to Frodo the Super-chilled cat.
You were one of a litter of five,
where your four siblings were
put down by the SPCA
for being too feral, too feeble.
For your mother was a stray,
(and your father who-knows-who),
and you have found your way
and survived your frightening journey.
From ‘Frodo more-backward-than-
forward shy cat’; to approachable
and approaching Frodo with Mojo,
beloved and loving cat.