In the kitchen with Edward.
A home has a heart, that’s good for a start,
But a kitchen needs a cat….
Asleep where I sat.
I lose my place at the table and my meal-
I could skip a plate, it’s not a big deal.
My sous chef’s come to relax in my place
My kitchen’s big, I’ll find another space.
A companion during recipes, burnt and done well.
Of his cooking talents, he’ll never tell.
His inspecting skills are really up to par.
He inspects every bag that comes from the car.
Veggies, fruits, cans and meats
He always finds his favorite treats..
Head plunged deep into sacks-
I only see rear legs and his back!
I open cupboards to assemble my stuff.
One sleeping eye opens, it’s just enough-
Seconds later, I’ve just turned around,
There’s pots and pans hitting the ground.
The last thing I see is cat arse and his tail
Destruction of the kitchen, left in his trail.
But he’s a smart cat, I say without haste!
Of my cooking, he’s never had a taste!
Beef jerky, sugar from cookies, corn bread crumbs
Salt from crackers - this feline ain’t dumb!
Pork rinds, chips and spicy Cheetos
Heaven for this cat is the taste of my FRITOS!
(Why bother with the smell of his feet-
When he can get the taste of the real treat!)
His treats are tuna, both watered and the oiled.
To open his own can? No way, he is spoiled!
