We need to talk, I say
to Fred, my Seeing-Eye cat,
you can’t keep Lindy-hopping
when I’m jitterbugging. People
will stare. Thank you for the bubbly.
I’d love to take a sip! But, you gotta
put your cigarette out. No one smokes
any more. Not even cats wearing
top hats and tails. You’re right out
of central casting! So glad Astaire lent
you his moves. I want to be your Ginger,
to do what you do backwards and in heels,
but we can’t dance until you fall in step.