Walk a Cat, Lady

I leash up the pup, and we go on a walk,

hoping there’s a neighbor to whom we can talk.

I spotted her, across with her pooch riled up and rustled,

It turns so uncomfortable we both start to hustle.

The small fluffy dog turns on the defense,

And we scurry away because, well, it only makes sense.

“I refused to be mauled by an ankle biter, “I say,

it’s too bad that she can’t control her animal anyway.

They say walking dogs makes you get out and chat,

but this lady really should’ve purchased a cat.