Cat Bowling

Cat Bowling


When he was young and before he got fat,
We’d play a game, both me and my cat,
  Good times gone by, when we would play

I’d stand empty beer cans in a triangle,
Up on each others shoulders, like stunt water skiers, 
Didn’t matter how many,  ten was best,
  No matter

For a laser light, he’d crouch, wiggle and pounce,
And I’d lead him in circles ‘round the room,
Him stamping at the light beam like a manic buffoon,
  Then I’d lead him on the hallway alley down,
And Clunks!
  Empty beer cans all around!

But I could never coax him to make the split spare

Now he’s grown big, he’s 16 lbs!
No beer can alley, he won’t run down,
I think he’s figured I wasn’t laughing with him, but…
  No matter

He now likes to stand on my lap,
And lick my nose when I scratch his butt,
I guess he’s settled the score with that,
  That’s our new game now, me and my cat