There, in the tree I see my cat Her fur all bristled with none standing flat She knows I come to take it down All I can do is keep from a frown I bring with me a ladder to raise myself up With each rung I climb I feel like a pup My cat sees me as a danger to its life But I keep telling her I've never played the fife I reach for my cat, but she hisses and spits She claws at my hand and puts up some fits Still I come on and take her in hand She screams as loud as a marching band With cat under arm I descend the ladder She looks up at me looking all the sadder So intent I am upon her seething face I miss the rung without a trace I flail my arms and cry out in surprise I think I see Death's ever closing vise My cat she leaps out of my arm I know she'll land without any harm I fall without knowing time Waiting for the black sublime I hear a crash that seems far away And here I look to Deaths dismay I fell from the ladder not to my death I landed at the bottom now out of breath My cat she meows and licks my toes She looks like she's saying all her woes I start to move and leaps upon my tummy She licks my face with a tongue that's gummy "I'm alright", I tell her, "No thanks to you" "Next time, you brat, I'll use my shoe" (Yet again a ten minute poem, though this one's really a story in rhyming couplets but hey it was fun, and it hurt)