To find a companion for herself,
One day, a lady bought a cat,
A lovable, little ball of fur,
That would fit upon her lap.
"Play with me," the kitty purred,
While tumbling 'cross the floor,
"Scratch my whiskers and my ears,"
She begged a little more.
The woman looked down and smiled,
And patted her tiny head,
"Not just now, baby cat,
But, later on," she said.

"Please toss my little kitty ball,
Or drag my fluffy toy,"
The little kitten teased again,
Wiggling with kitty joy.
"When I get through with this, we'll play,
In just a minute or two,"
Her master's voice was promising,
But when, oh when, would she get through?
The kitten batted with her paw,
And rubbed against her master's leg,
"See me!  See me! I'm down here,"
The eager kitty begged.

Kitchen counters are not places
For cats to crawl upon,
The few times that the kitten tried,
The lady shrieked and put her down.
Every morning the little cat
Jumped up on her master's bed,
"Get up and play," she meowed each day,
"Oh, go away," the lady said.
When the woman tried to read her paper,
The cat crawled into her lap,
But newspapers and cats don't mix,
So that was the end of that!

At night when things got quiet,
The lady sat back to watch TV,
"At last," purred the playful cat,
"She'll have some time for me."
But as soon as she got curled up,
And snug and cozy on her lap,
The phone or doorbell seemed to ring,
Which meant the cat must SCAT!
The alert cat was quite delighted,
When once she found a tiny mouse,
With pride, she brought it to her master,
Who cried, "Get that thing out of this house!"

And so it went, down through the years,
The cat, vying for attention,
Trying to be happy with
Token tidbits of affection.
As the woman and the cat both aged,
There came a change in the status quo,
And they, in their old age, revealed,
A reversal of their roles.
"Come up!  Come up!  And sit with me,"
The old lady invited the cat,
But, too late, the cat wouldn't jump up,
She'd become complacent and fat.

 "I want to hold you, little one,
And I have a treat for you,"
The woman tried to entice the cat,
But not much now could she do.
The cat had grown indifferent,
All she wanted to do was sleep,
"Don't bother me," she closed her eyes,
"Unless it's time to eat."
And so the old lady sat alone,
Rocking in her chair,
And the 'woman's home companion'
Didn't even care.

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright March 2004