Purr-fect Packing

I had to pack for holiday –
a whole week at the beach!
I turned out every bedroom drawer
and pulled out all in reach.

In minutes, I was paddling
in a coloured sea of clothes.
But if I put in everything,
my suitcase wouldn’t close!

I couldn’t find my favourite shorts –
one of life’s strange quizzes…
so I cut my old school trousers down
when I found some long-lost scissors.

Last year’s shades were missing arms,
plus a lens they seemed to lack,
so I got my Harry Potter specs
and Sharpie’d them in black.

I’m afraid it all became too much
and a ‘panic pack’ ensued…
Like a digger, I grabbed piles of stuff;
I was in that sort of mood.

At last, my case was loaded up;
there was surely enough to wear.
I didn’t bother folding…
because I didn’t care.

It took so long on busy roads,
then out the car we bundled,
chattering excitedly
as suitcases we trundled.

I was told to put my things away
and ‘Don’t forget your hat!’,
but when I tipped out my suitcase,
I found I’d packed THE CAT.