My Cat Ate a Centipede?

'Twas a long-legged blur
As, over my floor,
It scuttled and scampered
Past the dining room door.
Like a living dust bunny,
As is their code,
It thought to take charge
Of my space, my abode.
So I took to the broom
And with a great whack
Defended my place
And got it all back.
But then my young kitten,
Who'd run from the critter,
Decided to reclaim
The courage he'd frittered,
And gobbled the pile
Of twitching legs there
As I fled from the room
Wishing I didn't care.