until the next season begins

The season of female cats

It is over for the hunting mates

Time they go separate way

Each on a mission

Until the next season begins

The great pretender realizes it

Now he stays home during the day

The time of early morning hunting

It has become a footprint

Until the next season begins

Though at night the Persian cat

He will take his meal and disappear

He will not be back unless he is hungry

Running with the other cats...

Sitting around or sleeping elsewhere

He has his new hide out

I can't find its place currently

Though I walk around his usual hang outs

I find no trace of the Persian cat

In the morning he will show his eager face

He knows he is hungry waiting at his usual corner

Looking at me when I should serve him his meal

And I will say “Where have you been?”

He will look at me and meow.....

The great pretender

The nights he will disappear

In the day he will stay at home

Until the next season begins

He will disappear the whole day