Tin house nip nap

A large paw stretches,
needles extend
followed by a yawn
on the garage roof,
eyes barely half lit,
paler semi circles;
it is seriously heated.
Such luxury to be up here,
tail swinging over the edge,
swwisha swish swiisha

~dangle~

whilst next door’s livid
roving, barking nutcase
circles his garden range,
tries to leap up,
mouthing obsenities.
I admit, he does make it
halfway
but forget it pal,
your climbing abilities,

~dangle ~

leave a lot to be desired.

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7 thoughts on “Tin house nip nap

  1. nectarfizz says:

    ROTFL…you’re lovely.

  2. Matt says:

    My mother’s cat (Cleo) used to lay upon the roof of a garage that overlooked her back garden, and it had a corrugated metal roof which is what the title refers to. Occasionally the cat would nap there, but usually it was just used as an observation point to oversee the wanderings of the dog. The dog in question in this scene was actually my mother’s dog (Hexe) also.

    I changed it to being a neigbour’s as it just seemed to work better within the poem if the dog was a foe, which in reality he wasn’t even though there was always a tension between them. But it was more like sibling rivalry than cat vs dog as they’d grown up together. I saw this scene acted out many times before they both died. The cat used to tease the dog terribly, but of course when the cat eventually came down he chased her into the house, that was his “moment”.

  3. nectarfizz says:

    LOL.

    The cat that lives with me has a spaz attack whenever the landlords dog wanders up the back stairwell to the sliding glass doors. She totally freaks out hissing and yowling like some hopped up military guy. I wish you could see it! It’s eerily mesmerizing watching this cat try to attack the dog (who looks at her in perplexed fascination as she freaks out on the other side of the window) .

  4. I have similar memories of cat tempting dog scenarios–and have read your comments–lol. My favorite memory is of Raptor, a stray cat who came to stay, one day putting the fear of ‘god’ into a young pit-bull roaming around our front yard. Raptor liked to duel wiith the resident squirrels in the elm trees and would actually venture onto the overhanging branches to aggravate them. One day he decided to literally ‘fall’ from the branch down upon the pitbull sniffing around the tulips. Honestly, I watched this older tabby cat sight up that dog from above, pick the spot from which to launch himself, and hit that pitbull smack dab on its unsuspecting backside. Totally blew that dog’s brainpan into a flight of sheer terror.
    –haven’t thought about that in a long time–thanks for ‘reminding me’ with your poem. grins

  5. Matt says:

    That’s hilarious! I loved both stories and Raptor was definitely well named tormenting the young pitbull from above.

  6. Oh that cat was a hunter deluxe from surviving for a long time on his own I think. At first all he’d ‘take’ was fresh water left in a bowl on the porch. It was not until a truly bitterly cold winter day that he was inclined to make his first entrance inside our home. And then he kept close to the door and on red alert. Weeks into winter he was napping on top of our resident rabbit’s ‘cage’ in the kitchen–but it was an inch by inch exploration process over time and there was NO keeping him inside. Neighbors adored him because he’d clean out the rats in the area and leave them as trophies on their doorsteps and porches. Hence, the name Raptor.

  7. Matt says:

    That makes complete sense of the Raptor naming. Somehow, I was thinking of terradactyl with the pitbill story. I read Raptor but it ended up as terradactyl within my head. I think that cat was a terradactyl up in the trees (to the horror of the squirrels), a Raptor on the ground. 🙂

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