An imaginary conversation between my cat Naomi and my dog Trixi.
“Sorry, wasn’t my fault!
I really didn’t mean to bite!”
Naomi meowed loudly.
“She pushed me right at you!”
“She only wanted to
Make us be friends” said Trixi
“Then why did you growl,
And snap at me? It scared me!”
“I wasn’t feeling friendly then”
“But now you are?”
Naomi indignantly hissed.
“Yes, we owe her that,
Don’t you agree, Naomi?
After all, your bite
Could’ve locked up her jaw!
We could have lost her!”
“Yes, but It still wasnt my fault!
Cats don’t want dogs for their friend!”
Double Choka
NaPoWriMo Day 7–“Prompt: “How the other tells it”
Remember an encounter with an animal.
Write a poem about the way the animal describes the encounter to its friends.
When I was about six years old I made the mistake of trying to make my newly acquired cat and my older dog to become friends.
I was holding my cat and put her up close to my feisty rat terrier dog thinking I would get them acquainted, and then hopefully they would become friends.
Just as my mom yelled at me to stop, the dog growled and snapped at the cat. The cat got scared and instead of letting her jump away free to run I held on to her and she turned on me and bit me on my cheek close to my ear.
This resulted in a very quick trip to the doctor who was a 30 minute drive away and me getting a shot of penicillin. The doctor said if mom hadn’t gotten me to him right away I might have gotten lockjaw and possibly died. This was in 1950.
I learned a hard lesson that day which I never forgot. Don’t try to force friendships on anyone, especially animals!
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 
Sounds like pretty good advice. Though I have known cats and dogs to be friends. I had friends with a Sheltie and a Siamese cat and they got along great. But I don’t think it is all that common. We had a cat that would scratch me a lot, but I don’t remember any bites. I do remember bringing it home as a tiny kitten and it ran under a chair and hissed at us. I can just hear it saying, “That’s what you get for taking me away from my mom!” He was part Persian and pretty feisty. He would attack me if he was in the right mood for it. Fortunately I could see it coming when he laid his ears back. I knew if I didn’t move out of his way, my arm would be the worse for it.