When the cat left

When the cat left

When the cat left I didn’t think

he’d found my: underwear disappointed; 

conversation disjointed;

meals not good enough

or considered he might take another love.

I thought he was trapped in a shed, not in bed with another, better dressed and more chatty than I. 

If can’t trust a woman not to feed your cat, 

there’s not much further she can fall than that. 

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