With a skit to scoot I had to scat.
Don't want to be bothered,
To stay where I'm not wanted at.
Even my days sleeping on the door mat,
Is a life threatening challenge...
If I should try to sneak back.
And for a cat replaced by a dog...
Why am I attracted,
To attempt getting into the sack with that?
When there are other cats,
Willing to teach me to use my eyes...
To get picked up!
A purring with a soft 'meow' these days,
Just does not work!
And I remember when being a Tabby,
Was the rage.
Today?
People will settle for a mongrel.
House broken or not.
And I am a full fledged 'intelligent' Tabby.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-a-skit-to-scoot-i-had-to-scat/
