When first I met my cat, Timmy,
he was all whiskers and purrs,
a lovely soft kitty;
So, I brought him home
without a clue
of what my "precious"
little kitten would do.

He has a scratching post
and toys galore,
I fed him, I played
and I brushed his fur.
Yet somehow this
was his gratitude;
My sofa was shredded
and my cushions were chewed.

The cushions sported
a modern flair
Of hanging threads
pulled everywhere,
and the armrests
bore his signature,  
a tattered masterpiece
made by this furry inciter.

He sat there
all regal and proud,
surrounded by stuffing
pillowed like clouds,
He gave me a look
sat amongst debris
As if to say,
"Oh, it wasn't me!"

Oh, foolish me!
I should have known
when bringing this
cute little kitty home,
that cats don't grasp
the word "expense"
they lure us in
under false pretence.

Yet, still I love Timmy
and all his flaws,
but, he shall now
endure monthly manicures;
and although my furniture
has seen better days,
it really did need
updating anyway.

©️Lizzie Bevis