Reaganne (pronounced like President Reagan) is not very overweight, but she still weighs seventeen pounds (at last count). Her favorite thing to do is lay in the middle of any walkway, so that you must step on her, around her, or move her. Somehow, she looks much larger stretched out on the floor than she should, taking up all of whatever space there is. This behavior applies to the couch, chairs, and whatever side of the bed you sleep on. I dedicate this to Reaganne and to all you cat owners who have ever been tripped by your cat or have ever experienced the phenomenon of finding your cat always in the space you wanted to be.

There’s a lump of cat on the floor,
Her intention: Blocking the door;
If I don’t watch my step,
I will have a mishap -
I think my cat’s keeping score.

There’s a bump of cat in the hall;
Does she want to make me fall?
If I really do trip,
There’ll be no more catnip
For the cat with too much gall.

There’s a clump of cat in my chair;
Sit down? I’d better beware!
You would think it would leave
And provide a reprieve,
But that cat will never share!

There’s a hump of cat in my bed;
What else needs to be said?
Everywhere, there’s my cat -
Sprawled out like a mat;
I can’t seem to ever get ahead

Abrupt action from the cat just now:
She let out a pleading meow;
I’ll try a bribe of food -
Now, a cooperative mood!
I’m safe, for the time she’ll allow.

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