Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Bed Monsters

Noah, attacking a bed monster.

So what was that all about last night?

"What was what all about?"

You know.  That little madness going on at the foot of the bed last night.

"Little madness?  There was a monster in your bed."

There was no monster.

"Oh, there was.  Believe me."

There was no monster.  I would have known.  I was sleeping and my feet would have been touching it.

"Your feet?"

Yes, my feet.  You were jumping all over them.

"Oh, that couldn't have been your feet.  It was too big to be feet, I'm sure.  And too squirmy.  Monsters are squirmy when you jump about on them, and these were definitely squirmy."

Yes, because you were jumping on them and wrestling them.  You got a claw through, too.  See my ankle?

"That is not my claw mark.  That is clearly the bite of a bed monster."

Do not do that again tonight!  I will kick you off the bed.

"If I hadn't been there to subdue the monster last night, who knows if you would even have feet today?  I was only protecting you.  Someone needs to be on guard at night, and I have just the eyes and claws to do that!"

I will be fine.  Just stay on your towel, keep your hairs off my blanket, and leave my feet alone.

"I do leave your feet alone.  We will just have to see what the bed monster has in store for tonight.  A cat has to do what a cat has to do."

Bed Monster

Toes squirm
Heels wiggle
Calves tremble
Knees jiggle 

Cat scrambles
Then pounces
Legs flail
Cat bounces

Cat monster
Attacks the sheet
But bed monster's
Just my feet!*

*Noah has requested that I add this note about my poem: "This is fictional.  Bed monsters are real monsters; they are not feet.  And I am not a 'cat monster'.  This is clearly a fictitious cat.  Any resemblance to me is purely coincidental, accidental and unintentional, I'm sure."


  1. How fun! Our pets do the strangest things, don't they?

  2. It's nice to know that Noah has your back, I mean feet. Hope the bed monsters have been tamed and your feet will be safe from the protector tonight. Thanks for the morning chuckle!

    1. I never know how a night is going to go. He's especially feisty at night if we've forgotten to top off his food and he runs low on his midnight snack.

  3. Donna,
    I love the whimsy in this poem and the cat monster bed monster comparison.

  4. Love the postscript added by the cat.."coincidental, incidental and unintentional" I'm sure...just rolls off the tongue

    1. He is a very well-spoken cat, not to be confused with soft-spoken.


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