The Bow Tie Cat

When the cat with the bow tie sashays down the street,
I assume he is looking for something to eat.
I espy him each morning directly at dawn;
and I wonder how this cat keeps his bow tie on.

So I saw him again today dressed in his tie;
my new neighbor next door saw the Bow Cat go by.
With some food at her door, she let go with a yelp;
to be honest, she was only trying to help.

Her yelp scared the Bow Cat so he ran up a tree.
I stepped out on my porch and Lorraine waved to me.
She said, “I try each day to feed this Bow Tie Cat;
but I scared him today, so now look where’s he’s at!”

I then asked, “Have you tried it before?  Lorraine, dear.”
“Have you offered to feed a cat so full of fear?”
“Sixteen different ways I have tried,” she answered thus.
“I love cats, so I do not mind making a fuss.”

I looked up to see Bow-Tie Cat wearing a grin;
he seemed none too concerned ’bout the state he was in.
I thought fondly of Cheshire Cat and that whole lot;
when the phone rang, I suddenly perished the thought.

It was neighbor Lorraine and her voice was dismay;
“I try feeding the cat, yet the cat runs away!”
So she sought my advice, sounding quite overwrought;
I adjusted my tie and told her what I thought:

“If the cat doesn’t want any food, then for sure
  he may feel hunger pangs but the fear will endure.”
“Still, he would never be the same, this I forecast,
  if you leave him some catnip as morning repast.”

When we watched out our windows, our cat did descend;
he abandoned his branch and embraced a new friend.
With the catnip, in some ways he loosened his mind
as he dashed up the street leaving bow tie behind.


32 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
10-20-15

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Requirements:
--the cat with the bow tie
--she was only trying to help
--sixteen different ways
--when the phone rang
--he would never be the same