One a Tom –
night prowler,
elusive schemer –
renders me sleepless.
Another, pampered,
a diva demanding,
high anxiety to boot –
makes me crazy.
Third, a trickster,
stays out of sight
and then springs –
keeps me on my toes.
This raising children,
like herding cats –
next to impossible,
and I’m allergic.
(A light-hearted poem in response to Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? Challenge: featured image.)
One Woman's Quest 
Delightful read, but still with an underlying truth.
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Appreciate that you noticed.
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Brilliant!
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Thanks!
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Love this! I truly thought you were talking about your feline babies until the end.
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Thanks Betty – a bit of fun.
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Oh! Loved this! It’s so funny! Haha!
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Cat Power.
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Hahaha
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Oh this so good! Last line is perfect! 😊
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Ha ha…thank you!
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That should say “this IS so good”. I wish we could fix our typos.
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We all do it…
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I know but I still hate it.
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Too funny … my cat is so neeeeeeeedy 😻
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They are all very different….Thanks.
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A perfect little write for the challenge.
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Thanks!
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All too familiar when you have raised your own kids…I love the humour, and I’m allergic, a fantastic ending.
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Ha ha – thank you. Great prompt.
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My pleasure.
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hee hee! Darn cats, each has a mind of its own.
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They sure do, lol.
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