This cat humor poem about grooming a cat was submitted via our Facebook page by Teresa Harrison-Best of catawall.com. If you have a cat that 
isn’t too fond of being groomed, you will definitely be able to relate to this! Enjoy!
Grooming
Armed with the brush, I started
the task was now in hand.
A groomed cat was my mission,
my tactics were well planned.
Stealth was my intention,
to sneak up close to start.
I tip-toed there towards her
with a pounding in my heart.
One eye, it flickered open,
she saw my approaching form.
The situation now was perilous,
there was this furry storm!
She shot right out the cat flap,
like a bullet from a gun.
My mission was aborted,
the manoeuvre was undone.
I decided to try again later,
when things had quietened down.
This feline was for grooming,
no excuses would be found.
We had an altercation,
she wasn’t playing ball.
That brush was now her nemesis,
a calm before the fall.
The next time was so disastrous,
she hissed and spat and clawed.
I only groomed two inches,
before my hand was gored.
She flicked her tail and sauntered off,
she’d really made her mark.
I’m done with grooming grumpy paws,
blow that game for a lark!
So the grooming parlour it is!
To read more cat humor pieces and learn more about Ms. Harrison-Best and her work, go to catawall.com
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Written by Karen
