Memories of a stray cat who came into our lives |
Thoughts about my cat I wish I could have had a chat With Oliver my tabby cat Interesting stories he would have told About his life before he got old. He came to us as a stray On a truly memorable day Fearful, weak and weary, sad to say He looked in a really bad way. He’d been spotted often in Cotmanhay Same time, same place, every day My lad, a postie with a sack Decided at last to bring him back. Would he stay or would he go? This is what we wanted to know We bought him some food in haste And he must have liked the taste. Did he note the number on our door So he could come back for more? Yes, he returned, For more sustenance he yearned. This fishy food in a tin Convinced him to move in Now he was here to stay Loud purrs were his way to say: Thanks for letting me in No more will I be straggly and thin. I’ll try to be a good cat I’ll help you with this and that. Your house will be mouse-free And flies will be caught by me No other cats will come on our yard No need to worry, I’ll keep guard. I’ll sit close to you when you’re feeling unwell When something’s not right, I can tell I’ll keep you company when you’re on your own I know what it’s like to be alone. For several years Oliver was our pet That was long ago and yet Thoughts of him often come to mind Another like Oliver we’ll never find. |