Cat vs. Dog!

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The battle immemorial!

Submitted: August 31, 2016

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This is a collabaration between Hullaballo22 and Mike Stevens

 

 

Cat:

 

In this house that we let people share

There’s a spot that, for sun, none can compare.

 

It’s a competition between me and THAT DOG,

If he gets there first he’ll be such a hog.

 

Me, I am smaller, don’t take up much space --

The sun on my back as I clean up my face!

 

I’m cleaning my whiskers and behind that ear,

Hang on, I can smell him, that DOG’s getting near.

 

He’s padding along, this DOG, through the hall

I’ll put up a fight even though I am small.

 

I’ll grumble, I’ll hiss, I’ll show him the claw,

I’ll send him a message -- ‘Back out through that door’.

 

This patch of warmth, it belongs to the CAT,

It’s time that this DOG gets his head around that.

 

It’s time I was sleeping, curled up in this sun,

That DOG must know that there’s just space for one.

 

 

Dog:

 

What in the hell is that fur ball from Hell doing here?

He's always in my face, underfoot, and always so near!

 

Every day, it's a race for the place where the sun streams through,

I look at him, and he at me, and the race is on, "me, or you?"

 

He acts like the undisputed king, I mean, what the hell is he, anyway?

I'll tell you what, he's a pain it my side, and my bitter enemy!

 

I guess you could say we fight like cats and dogs.

There's no two ways about it, he's a sunlight hog.

 

I have to sit in cold shadows, while he chases string,

over and over, that piece of string he does fling.

 

I mean, talk about pointless, but from the sun he never strays,

for if he did, I'd be all over that spot, while the string-beast he slays.

 

And, I'm not bitching, you see, but he gets to sleep in the warmth of inside,

While I have to make do with the dangerous and bitter cold outside.

 

It didn't used to be this way, before HE came to live here.

Now, I'm on high alert, and I live in constant fear when he's near!

 


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