sunday projects

Creating something from scrap wood
found in my garage amidst the tools,
wanting to be given a name.
A table,
for the cat,
a cat table,
she must have.
The little black kitty can eat in peace
above the reaches of dog breath
away from the thieving blue jays.
Out of sight,
in a dark corner,
a perfect setting,
for stealth meals.
Hand sawn with tools new and old,
the creation comes to life from a sketch
on the last of wrinkled graph paper.
A table,
for the cat,
a cat table,
she won't like.