There’s a cat in my garden that’s always washing
Sitting on cardboard boxes quashing
He’s never fazed as I watch, him licking his crotch
© Tina Cousins 2013
This poem is based on an actual cat in my garden, who has been visiting me ever since I moved here, his name is Toby and he belongs to a lady who lives two doors away from me.
He is an odd looking cat, he is black, but as he is getting older he is progressively becoming ginger.
I’ve been ill with various viruses since November 2012, for some reason they’re lingering and affecting my whole household/family, this has meant the large boxes from Christmas has been left in a section of our garden this whole time, because they were too large to put in the bins, we were meant to break them down gradually to put in the recycling bin, but our sickness has prevented it, we are now thinking of burning them after checking for wildlife, but this may have to wait for a few more days.