Cat politics, with ifs or buts,
Are busy driving me quite nuts,
Blackit, at main house, Amber swats,
So Amber cottage yearns for, lots.
The trouble is, I wish she’d cease
Not leaving timid M in peace —
She beats her up now every night
And then she runs from me on sight.
And M, instead of standing ground,
Dives under kist, and yells resound;
So I dash in, and Amber flees,
In fear of evident degrees.
And yet, today, she sat on chair
On our verandah, with me there,
And also Cassie who, as well,
Prefers it here, as one may tell.
While M stayed just inside the door
And nonchalantly licked a paw,
And when it came to time for feed,
The whole three gathered here at speed.
Plus Mister Mack, who’s problem solved
By just remaining uninvolved,
So three at main house lives are spent,
Pearl, Blackit, Katie, there frequent.
But Katie chases Black and Pearl,
And Pearl comes to give M a whirl —
And also Amber chases, though
They were close kittens, as we know.
Now M and Amber locked inside
The cottage — will they this abide?
If they together night can spend
The feuding they may both well mend.