If, on a winter’s night, the Fredster
Finds his catflap frozen shut….
What’s a feline to do?
Where’s he gonna GO?
The litter’s in the basement, but…
That’s beneath his dignity.
He’s hoping a few yowls
Will drag GG from her pit.
And here she comes, with slippered feet…
Boing! She gives a kick.
The flap flies free and
Off he goes
Into the snow
(With apologies to Italo Calvino)