The cat cries at the back screen door
He thinks, What are you playing this sick game for?
I’ve just put the flea stuff all over his skin
Now he wants to go out instead of staying in
He rubs up against my leg,
His big, almond eyes are starting to beg
Oh, please, Oh, please, Won’t you let me out?
I can almost see his lips forming a pout
He meow meow meows in a pleading way
When all he wants to do is run about and play
Then he sits down to come up with an excuse
Probably thinking, This is animal abuse!
Just when I think he’s calmed down a bit
Soon he’s off on another fit
I can barely concentrate with him staring at me
All I can think is What a poor kitty
At last I hear a Ding! and the treatment is done
Now my flealess kitty can finally have some fun
Last night, when my brother was at Boy Scouts, me and my dad went fishing off of this pier near our Downtown area. We had two fishing poles and a type of net that you drop off into the ocean and then when you pull it up you have a chance of catching something.
The first time we used the net, it didn’t have any bait on it. While we were waiting to bring up the net, we used our fishing poles and then realized it would be near impossible to catch anything because we were using the wrong kind of bait, (Eels instead of shrimp!). After we put the poles away, we brought up the net for the first time. Nothing.
My dad had brought little pieces of chicken to tie onto the net so we tried that. We lugged up the net and caught a little soft shell crab, which are everywhere in Florida. We picked it up in the net and dropped it back into the water.
We did it one more time to see if we could catch a fish. Instead, we pulled up the biggest crab I’d ever seen! We got it out of the net and let it scurry around the pier for some time, snapping it’s claws at us when we wagged our fingers in its’ face. Finally when we decided to set it free, we tried to get the crab into the net, but it would not get in it! Scared that the crab might get run over by the cars driving down the pier, my dad picked it up in his index and thumb finger. Just as he was walking to the ledge, it bit him! (By “bit” I mean pinched him with its’ claws, we just call it a bite.) This caused my dad to slam the crab on the ground out of reflex. Afterwards, I think the crab was kind of stunned since he was still alive and moving, but he was much more eager to get in the water again. Now, my dad has a huge chunk of his thumb missing,
Yesterday, I went with my mommy to take my American shorthair cat, Oliver, to the vet’s. He fell off the fence and scraped his little foot and we were worried about him because a couple months ago, he almost had to get his leg chopped off because it was so badly infected. But, we went to an awesome vet and they fixed him. Now he has both of his legs and is back in order.