It took weeks to train my cat,
Out on the firing range.
I know some people think that
This notion seems sort of strange.


I agree, it’s not the norm,
To own a cat that can shoot,
That can maintain perfect form,
And breathe properly, to boot.


Indeed, it took lots of work,
Teaching it to use the scope,
To squeeze the trigger, not jerk -
But that kitten is no dope.


At first, though most shots went wild,
I praised the cat patiently.
When it almost shot that child,
I grew nervous, I agree.


But each day improved its aim,
Couldn’t ask for more than that.
Now It’s time for some big game –
Where’s that darn Doberman at?

© By RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)

 

 

 

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