now for a cat, with her innate consciousness, to enjoy hunting, it makes sense, even when they are stuffed

these here cats o' mine
they are fatso's and also overeaters notorious
and yet
with the rainwaters flooding the groundswell
and causing the terrified mice to act out their last choice
akin to one from a burning building's
do i get smashed on the ground or asphyxiated in my rooms?

their choice: i smell cat, wet cat,
do i dare exit my domain
or may i stay here and drown
and unlike the dormice in the caucus race
they cannot much swim and no naught of its wiles
so they scurry without
and are pounced and pumice by the fatcats
who eat only heads and shoulders and leave the remainders for
well
el jardinero y yo
to pick up and toss
'course i don latex for such a soiled task
and feel sad that fellow vegans are privy to such beastly dilemmas in this here life