Yesterday morning on her way to work
She clipped a cat near the railway bridge and snapped its back.
She pulled over and rang me in floods of tears.
She said it was wearing a collar with a small disc attached to it
And that there was a phone number on one side
And the name ‘Puss’ on the other. I jotted down the number
And promised that I’d ring straight away. When I called,
A woman answered and I told her the terrible news.
I felt so bad that I offered to drive to the spot and if the cat
Was still there, deliver its body over to her house. Sure enough, it
Was still there, stretched out on the grass verge. I wrapped it
In a towel, placed it in the boot and then drove a couple of streets
To the address. The woman was waiting at the front gate.
She was late forties, black hair, around five six with a good figure
And shapely breasts. I handed her the limp parcel.
She’d had it 17 years and it was almost blind. She thanked me and
I climbed back into my car and headed home.
That evening, whilst being ridden in my chair, I thought of
The days events and lost my erection. I apologised and she went
To make a start on the pots. It had been a strange day for us both.