Talking To Animals (Fun Poem 97)

For those who don’t have pets won’t know what I mean, but for those who do will know just what I mean. I am not Doctor Dolittle, but I talk to animals all the time and they talk back to me. That to some may sound crazy while others will know what I am talking about. I had a friend once and he never had a pet of any sort. He did a small collection round and one evening while out he knocked on this particular door. The owner’s cat lay on the doorstep having comfortable forty winks. My friend knelt down and stroked him then he asked the cat. Meow once if they are in and twice if they are not. The cat meowed twice. My friend thanked the cat and then went next door. They answered after his first knock and the first words they said were next door are not in. My friend replied I know, their cat told me. At which they looked at him strangely as if he were a bit crazy. However, I believed him having cats of my own. I talk to them all the time and they talk right back to me. 20 March 2009