Maniacally Giggling

You always know where they are.

Hidden in their room.

Tromping down the stairs.

Making messes in the kitchen.

Running through the house.

That noise announces

their arrival

and sometimes their departure.

It does however make life more interesting.

Forced Geniality

Small enclosures.

Nowhere to hide.

Must be nice.

Life is short.

Quarantine lasts too long.

Mental health degrading.

Sunshine at the end of the tunnel.

One day,

the door will open

and screaming will commence

as we flee the cage our house became.

Exhausted

Sleeping past noon.

No energy.

Simple tasks require a rest afterwards.

Eating becomes a major chore.

Still the cat wants to play

and refuses to let you just sit there!

So string time it is.

Then a nap.

If she lets me…