I don't remember 

     there was a cat 
     there was a drill
     fire quickly spread 
     the cat springed and hid in the cupboard
     Ofcourse he had to jump into the highest
     nook he could find 
     I had to get the chair and drag it across the floor  
     paint and varnish peelings dragged along with us 
     I and the chair  
     the chair had a life 
     many a thought and feeling sat here
     the weight continually shrinks and swells with
     each passing season
     It sits a century later in a corner 
     painted and stripped several times over 
     with a string I draw a knot over a rubber spider   
     the cat leaps and chases
     as I run leading him down the stairs