Archibald the tabby cat lived
with Joan in her suburban flat
on a quiet tree lined cul de sac.
He had a cosy bed in the living
room though he often stretched
out on cushions on the couch.
Also fat full cushions on cane
chairs soaked up sun in the
conservatory out of the wind.
Outside trees shaded a pleasant
garden, a terrace took in sun.
Joan went to work every day
leaving Archibald to enjoy
his comfortable surrounding.
One Saturday as Joan swept
her kitchen cleaned her bathroom
vacuumed her lounge and bedroom,
Archibald walked in with a small
black kitten. They looked at the
food bowls in the kitchen, at the
bed in the living room, and the
comfortable couch. Then they
settled to sleep on a conservatory
chair, tightly curled up together.
Joan asked round the local streets,
no one had lost a black kitten.
She only wanted one cat, tried to
give him away, no one wanted him.
Archibald has kept his kitten.