There's a danger you know.
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger
While living with lots; you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One cat is not trouble, and two are so funny,
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey
The fifth is delightful, the sixth ones a breeze.
You find you can live with a house full, with ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy, but Oh Lord, the hair!
With cats on the sofa and cats on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, its no bother, you said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's just one more cat and one more little crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty.
The floor is all footprints, the furniture's dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few nose prints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a kitten, you can always find room.
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the cats you can add
the thought of a cutback, sure makes you feel sad.
Each one is special, so useful, so funny,
The food bill grows larger, you owe the vet money.
Your folks never visit; few friends come to stay,
Except other cat folks, who live the same way
Your lawn has now died and your shrubs are dead, too.
Your weekends are busy; you're off with your crew.
There's cat food and vitamins, grooming and shots
And entries and travel and motels, which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favourite comes up and climbs in your lap.
His look says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all of the kittens in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the cats on the sofa, who refuse to get up.
The cats and the cat shows, the travel, the thrills
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The Whole thing seems worth it, the cats are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your lifestyle has changed; things just won't be the same.
Yes, those cats are addictive and so is the cat game.
THIS OLD CAT
I’m getting on in years,
My coat is turning grey.
My eyes have lost their lustre,
My hearing’s just okay.
I spend my day dreaming,
Of conquest in my past.
Lying near a sunny window,
Waiting for its warm repast.
I remember our first visit,
I was coming to you free.
Hoping you would take me.
And keep me company.
I wasn’t young or handsome,
Two years I’d roamed the street.
There were scars upon my face,
I hobbled on my feet.
I could sense your disappointment,
As I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me,
And look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity,
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
And I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter,
You have wet my fur with tears.
We’ve come to know each other,
Throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning,
Before you drive away.
And know I’ll think about you,
Throughout your busy day.
The time we have left together,
Is a treasured time at that.
My heart is yours forever,
I promise – This old cat.