DAILY SNACK
I was pushing my double stroller through the rain yesterday
(Which means I either get soaked or mess up my wrist trying to steer with one hand.)
When I saw a woman pleading for someone to come in off the front porch.
“I feel her pain,” I thought.
I spend altogether too many hours pleading and beseeching
And flat out begging
My kids for an iota of cooperation.
As I drew nearer,
I saw that the woman was talking to a cat.
A cat!
I’m sorry, but I simply don’t get it.
At least I know (I hope) my children will grow up
To be contributing members of society.
A cat will always be a cat.