Lucky cat

My cat is going like a clock, swinging her leaden paw ceaselessly up and down, up and down. It's amazing that I don't get a headache. In addition to the effects of a metronome, the cat is also supposed to bring me luck. Perhaps, the rhythmical quality of its battery-powered movement is luck in itself: poor poetry comes to those who lack the understanding of the meter. Yes, yes.
Cat.
Luck.
Poetry.
Headache.
Vodka.
Cat.
Lack.