Cleaning Paws

“Oh, what is this?”
said the mother cat
to the kit who washed
her toes.

“You cannot be
a prissy girl
if you hunt in gardens,
groves.”

Licks. “But mother,”
said the little kit,
“no huntress life
for me.”

“For I have found
a human friend,
and a house cat I
will be!”

-A. Ault-