Ah, no worries, mate!
I count syllables for fun
(I don’t have a pet) 
I wasn’t bothering with syllable counts, so these are probably all off. Still, they felt like haiku at the time I wrote them. They were written over the course of a couple of days earlier this year.
The cat at my feet
Importunes me with a paw.
Human! Feed me now!
The cat in my lap
Does not want me to move.
His weight increases.
The cat in my lap
Is offended I have moved.
My empty lap cries.
The cat in the box
Is trying to drive me out.
His ass offends.
The cats in the house
Are nearby, fighting loudly.
Dust bunnies multiply.
The cat in my arms
Purrs soothingly,
Hoping I’ll nap.
One fish, two fishes
Flashes of color in their
Magnifying bowls
I tell the cat “Scat!”
“Meow diddly boo bop–
Dee dah doy feed me”
My cat is called Meave.
That’s her in my avatar,
sitting on the porch.
It’s quite hard to type
With this purring ball of fur
Leaning on my arm.
But if I don’t pat
A paw appears to take hold
Of my arm – with claws.
Whine from the front door
The whistle-note kind. It’s time
To empty the dog.
Thanks for your reply! He sure was a lovebug, even by lovebug standards, too.
She adopted him from a special-needs animal rescue; he lost his vision when he was hit by a car, and the couple who had him didn’t feel they could adequately care for him. For the rest of his life, she would send them updates through the rescue, and they were always happy to hear from them.
Carrots are divine;
You get a dozen for a
Dime – it’s magic, yeah!
Dog takes forever
to find poop spot in winter
the little asshole
Two red cardinal cocks
Meet awkwardly at yew hedge.
“Sorry, Zillow said . . .”
On my blind 17-year-old shelter cat and the co-worker who handed her to me yesterday:
Of course I’ll hold her
So that you can sweep and mop.
…Oh, she’s peed on me.
Why are you sorry?
Wasn’t you who peed my pants
And I love her still.
On my own little girl cat:
Look, I’ll cuddle you
But can you get your whisker
out of my nostril?
Why do all these cats
Come mew at my door? – Because
I let them inside?
Three cats in the hall:
That cat in the spare bedroom
Sleeps where you did, once.
He is an old man now
been together many years
better friend than people
A True Story
Four in the morning
Puddles of shit everywhere
You could have told me
Listening to jazz
While the woodpecker outside
Improvs with the best
It is thundering.
I promise you will not die.
Let’s go back to sleep.
Lizzie’s on the prowl:
The world is full of ‘possums,
All in our backyard.
You mewed at the door.
I let you in and fed you.
Now please come back home!
he did
Big Dog & Little Dog
Napping in Spring Sunshine
My old bones will do the same.