I named her Pande. Wrote this in 2018. She had been lost by someone who had overbred her. I am grateful for the few years we had together.
a fine little Pom,
all white and jubilant,
prancing along –
until she hears Pamela
in a place the lady
does not belong.
It is the master bedroom closet
where the felines choose to stay,
each draped across their comfy bed.
They seldom care to play.
Here comes Galloping Supervisor –
yes, half-wishing today
to be Cantering Captain Pandy
arriving for duties and display!
Balancing at full halt
between the two cats’ faces,
Pandy’s chin points strongly upward,
eager for good times and races.
Pandy teetering on two back feet –
and feeling terrifically tall --
will thwart the unfairness
getting petted at all, at all!
Pandy is front and center
as Pamela strokes both cats.
Emerald hisses at the presence
of this canine Sassy-Pants.
Then Emerald loudly YOWLS
and takes a swipe toward the face
of this intrusive dog
in the cats’ private space.
“We had better go, Pandy,”
says Pamela to the fearless Pom.
“Soon Emerald will lose patience
and extend her claws. Come along.”
Little Pandy struts out of the closet –
happy, proud and strong,
knowing she has done her duty
and she will do so, all day long!
Miss Pamela returns to her desk
down the long, dark hall.
Pitter-pattering, Pandy follows
wondering when she can play ball.
Pandy lies at Pamela’s feet
and breathes a muffled sigh
‘I need sunshine and a ball to chase.
Why this? Why must I pronely lie?’
The hours pass. Pandy sleeps.
Her lady toils ‘til done.
“Come, Pandy, let’s go check the cats.”
Now Pandy’s at full run!
To the cats’ den, Pandy gallops
and skids happily into place.
Almost tumbling, she straightens.
Front and center! Turn and face!
“Oh, Pandy! When will you calmly enter
and thus earn a captain’s grade?”
Emerald’s eyes flash the query.
Pandy replies, “When I’m bored and staid!”
Pamela pats three furry heads,
then invites Pandy outside to play.
“Come on, Galloping Supervisor,
Let’s chase the ball today.”
© 2018 Pamela Dapples