Time For Plan B

I heard him coming. I saw his streak.That black and white can go up the creek.He won't get in, but he will get hit.Yet the interloper continues to try it.

My job was done. My job was through.He ran away when this came in view.It rolled and lit and rolled some more.That damn thing went all over the floor.

I stalked it out. I stalked it dead.I then sat pooped and ready for bed.Pat needed to be home to feed my ass.Secondly he could go and feed Cass.

He was slow. He was stuck.That tree will blow away with any luck.Then Pat won't stop and take a look.He'll get home and feed our nook.

It's a mutt. It's actually three.Pat is as nosy as can be.Why was he looking at any of those?That's just the beginning of my woes.

In it came. Down it went.The poop machine seems to pitch a tent.No, I won't believe you are a cat.You can go somewhere else and meow like that.

You zig it. You zag it.Oh, here comes some spit.I won't chase it as here I sit.Sorry, you literally are full of shit.

You can wave. You can dance.I'll still give you a hateful glance.Just reach over. Just a little more.Boy, you two are such a chore.

And there it goes. There it tries.He wants to tell auntie lies.Like I'll attack and get in trouble.I'm gonna get out of here on the double.

First I'll speak. First I'll tell.You two need to go back to where you dwell.Don't look my way. Don't look at me.No pouty eyes are going to set you free.

Yep. I'm gone. Yep. I'm out.You can stare under there and give a shout.I have a plan. I have an attack.Best I got when Pat won't let me smack.

Make your noise. Make your mess.Come on. A little more. A little less.For when you go back you may get stuck.At least that's my hope with any luck.

For now you're done. For now you're through.Now you'll get kicked home for all the eww.For I've chewed the diapers through and through.A crash course in potty training will now come due.
Think my plan will work? I chewed the clean diapers with a smirk. But then I got taken to the vet. That sure caused me to fret. Yeah, they always seem to be around. You'd think they liked me like their hound. Speaking of which, did you see those? Can you guess which way the wind blows? This could create lots of sass. I really need to go rest my little rhyming ass.

Think of a Plan B when poop machines visit thee.