@+e Forum Our Cat Alex

  Our Cat is such a mystery to me The way he behaves is such sight He sleeps soundly most of the day And comes alive at night Three meals a day with room and board You would think he’s got it made But he never seems to be satisfied He is always on parade He struts about like Jack the Lad Demanding this and that At times it is so hard to believe He is only a cat At night he thinks it’s amusing To wake me any time at all With the need just to inform me He has left a mouse for me in the hall He has a need for scratching His little friends he leaves anywhere Even though I am the one that’s bitten He does not seem at all to care He’s knocking on close to fifteen now A ripe old age for a cat But he still things he’s six years old And still misbehaves  like an older brat
But I would not be without him We have been together for fifteen years And we will remain together for the rest of his days Along with the laughter and some tears. He is now too old to go chasing birds He has to sit a watch them as they fly around Taunting him as if to say were here As he lays down on the ground But sometimes when he is resting He must be chasing them in a dream Because he whimpers and shakes though fast asleep His eyes just stare and gleam Long may he live in peace and harmony As we wait on him like the fools we have been But its nice to know we are wanted Ever since he has been on the scene.