I’ve mentioned before how there are times when Beau whispers
tales as we’re drifting off to sleep. I
love when he does that because I never know what to expect.
Last night before bed, he was exceptionally wound up and
kittenish, pesting the big cats mercilessly, working their last nerves I’m
sure. I told him to quit but he was so
cute that I was laughing too hard for it to have much affect.
I was surprised when he curled up with me right away. Usually when he’s that manic it takes hours
for him to settle in. I soon learned it
was my turn to be his target only in a different way.
Here is what he came up with last night. Sorry it’s incomplete. He bounded off in the middle to return to the
task of tormenting the big cats and playing with noisy toys under the bed.
There is a horse on the stairs
stretching up from the sea
He’s come to the rescue
Saving us both, you and me
Horse whistles a tune
older than old
Weaving and wafting
Truth be told
Climb on his back
He’s come to help
Swim ‘neath the sea
Beware the kelp
Songs of sirens
Horse knows them all
Hold on tight
Heed his call
Okay so I admit it.
By the time he got that far I was giggling just as much as he was. Sometimes being transcriptionist for a cat is
funny.
