A short nap,
five hours gone by
and I awake to noise
and slowly I try
to see just what,
what’s happening here
as I approach with caution
these boxes I fear.

What is this clutter
affixed to my floor?
Why are you packing?
I want answers, I implore.
Have you gone mad
or is this a dream?
Just don’t pack my things
as part of your scheme.

Now, if you’ll keep it down,
I will get back to sleep
so no more commotion,
I don’t want to hear a peep!

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017


You think I can’t hear you
just because my eyes are closed;
but every word you say,
lands on my ears exposed.

You lower your voice,
as if that changes a thing;
but a cat can hear the softest tune
that only the wind can sing.

That twitching of my whiskers
isn’t the result of a sweet dream;
any fool must know the sign
of when a cat’s working on a scheme.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Feed Me!

If it were up to me,
I would sleep from morn
to night
and I wouldn’t even wake
until there were no
more light.

I’d roll right out of bed
and saunter on over
to my dish
and wait so impatiently
as you prepare my
yummy fish.

But the world is not purrfect
and this fantasy just
cannot be
since in reality you are sleeping
when you should be
feeding me.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017


Feed Me!


Sometimes I think I was wrong
to choose a family lacking riches.
How’s a cat to live properly
with access to so few fishes?
But then there are times
when I know I chose just right
like when it is oh so cold
and I cuddle with my girl all night.
But still I think it would be better
to find someone with wealth
since they could afford some heat
which is better for my health.
But then I hear that bag shake
and I am right where I should be,
waiting for my fish to eat
with my chosen family.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017