A poem I wrote about a Cat at Fifteen

I am still thinking, so this will pass the time with some well-earned giggles.

I sat thinking

While evening tea

Oh how lovely

A little cat would be

Big green eyes

A long fluffy tail

I’d teach her tricks

And to fetch the mail

With feline resolve

I marched to the pet store

Tinkling of bells lead me in

When I opened the door

I chose a cat

With heaven in her eyes

I checked her toenails

Which were of a considerable size

I hopped to the counter

And pointed a long finger

“Morning, sir,

I’ll have the ginger”

I happily skipped out

With a basket on my arm

“Oh I’ll make you so fat

And feed you fresh cheese from my farm!”

The next few days

I came to know

That I had the Devil as a pet

For her days of charm hit an all-time low

She couldn’t bear the drapes

And wreaked absolute havoc

On my poor water bed that

I had to sleep in my stringy hammock

She hated all food

Except cream and milk

And I knew they were gone too when she

Appeared with white ‘staches of silk

Most days I came home

To a criminal kitty convention

They feasted on my couch

With no hesitation

I whole heartedly admit

This kitty took me for a ride

But she also broke my heart

The day she died

You’d thing that would stop me

From getting another

But I couldn’t help myself and

Pointed again at the ginger.