Waiting Up for Rosco

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I’m out the back waiting for the cat

to come home.

It’s Bev’s cat. She’s gone to bed.

Left me in charge.

Somebody has to do the dirty work.

I rattle the biscuit tin.

Rosco, Rosco, I call out

but Rosco doesn’t come.

Rosco will come when he’s good

and ready.

The stars have come out. The moon’s gone down.

I rattle the tin a little more vigorously.

Rosco, Rosco ,,,, a little more loudly.

A plump shadow shuffles around the back.

O there you are, I say. Nice of you to drop by.

Where have you been?

Out, he says .

It’s like talking to a teenager.

Well, I hope you practised social distancing,

I say.

Show me the food, he says, then we can talk,

What sort of name’s ‘Rosco’ for a cat, anyway?.

 

7 thoughts on “Waiting Up for Rosco

  1. I read your post; was alarmed and dismayed that people over 60 are not permitted out; that seems very severe; it hasn’t happened here; are you in the UK? even Boris has tested positive now — and yes, cats are such ubiquitous critters — a bit like seagulls if you live near the coast — that they are almost guaranteed to pop into our posts 🙂 oh, I see you’re in Jordan. Keep well and keep writing 🙂 Rosco says ‘HI’ 🙂

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