Cat slept in the knitting bag
All peaceful and serene.
I grasped the handles, picked her up
And caused an awful scene.

The cat she screamed, jumped in the air,
And thumped me on the nose.
She ran away and chided me
For breaking her repose.

She did flips in the air again,
And hid behind the chair;
Then, oops! - came dashing out again
And scared from me my hair.

One final dash across the room
And then she paused to rest;
Her "I forgive" meeow I heard;
She landed on my chest.

She licked my cheek, she marked my nose
And smiled a cheshire smile;
She slowly blinked, as if to say
"Oh I am so docile".

She played the figure eight with me
And with her tail played tag.
But soon she once again dozed off,
Tucked in the knitting bag.

Robert MacBride 1990 ©