Two months ago three special little cuties walked into our lives. Things were not all plain sailing as our part feral companions began the process of settling into domestic life with Andy and I. It was only after we had named them Ziggy, Ebony and Nera that we discovered that the first letters of each of their names spelled the acronym ZEN! At first this seemed quite ironic given the antics that our crazy little fluff balls got up to at night. Now that they feel at home we are seeing daily signs of trust and affection and it is heartwarming. This week’s poems are all about The (almost) ZEN brigade. Cat lovers – watch out for some photos later on this week!
Three cats, who would have thought of that?
Three mouths to feed, three coats to pat
Who says the perfect number’s two?
Perhaps they don’t know cats like you!
Ok, it wasn’t all plain sailing
Sleepless nights with fights and wailing
Caused by vagrant ping pong balls
That bounced against the doors and walls
Three skittish cats, three balls of fluff
Night one with you was rather tough
As house and home no more our own
Were torn apart like a war zone
Pillows flying, plants derooted
Sofas scratched and jewellery looted
But in the morning there you laid
As if no fuss had to be made
In nonchalant feline repose
Cleaning behind ears and toes
Three cats, with you now life is clearer
Ziggy, Ebony and Nera
Not quite the mindful ZEN brigade
With your play fights and dawn tirades
You pickles all know very well
You feline charm was no hard sale
We fell right in, completely bought it
Three cats? Who would have ever thought it?