He felt so bad when the old cat died,
Well, at least, he
thought it had died,
It disappeared in the dark one night,
returned to his side.
He never admitted how much that cat meant,
Not really a
man-thing to do,
But, widowed now and alone in the house,
A rapport came
about for the two.
It was the woman's job to care for the cat,
To brush it and
see it was fed,
A bit of a nuisance, it seemed to the man,
But he never
wished the cat dead.
The cat once brought a mouse in the house,
and ran loose in the place,
But the havoc it wrought was shortly
When erased by the cat's smiling face.
The man couldn't remember at night which was right,
cat come in or go out?
He solved his dilemma with a hole in his
Then lost track of the cat's whereabouts.
At the market, he learned, he wasn't too sure
Of what kind
of cat food to buy,
The tiny, round tins or the big, flat cans,
And no way
He'd go, "Eeeny, meeny, miney, mo"
To help with his
One thing, for sure, the cat never starved,
Or was hurt by
Sometimes at night the man sat in his chair,
while watching T V,
The cat sat on his feet - not on his lap,
where it wanted to be.
When the man went to bed, the cat went outside,
returned to the house before morn,
It then curled up at the foot of the
And kept the man's feet nice and warm.
But one morning the old cat didn't come back,
called and searched in vain,
It simply had disappeared in the night,
never was seen again.
The man was sad; he missed the cat,
Though he never
admitted he cared,
But he couldn't go in or out, it seemed,
glancing about everywhere.
The man then decided that was enough,
No more cats for him
Nuisances, headaches, flea-ridden pests,
And worthless old
But nights when he sat and dozed in his chair,
crawled into his bed to sleep,
He was fully aware no cat was there,
warm up his icy cold feet.
Then, late one night, sometime before morn,
As he fitfully
slept in his bed,
He felt the bed shake. Good Grief! An
And he pulled his quilt over his head.
While cringing in fear, a cold sweat appeared,
ice, his poor feet had become,
Then came big bumps and thumps on the
That scared him so much he grew numb..
When things settled down, he peeked out and around,
saw, to his great surprise,
The cat had come back ... with six kittens
And brought them to him as a prize.
"Good Grief!" he thought,"What an awful lot!
What shall I
do with them?"
He soon discovered they made warm covers,
feet never were cold again.
How apropos for cold tootsies and toes,
Plus, an extra cat
for a lap,
What a pur-r-fect end to a tale of woe,
About an old man
and his cat.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis