I have a cute black cat
That strolls the streets at night.
She comes back home with gifts
Like mice brown or white.
But one night my cat came home
With a small box tied with a ribbon.
Inside it was a warm roll
Sprinkled with cinnamon.
The next night, she brought a white chocolate bar
With almonds and peanuts.
The night after, she brought a piece of fabric
That smelled like donuts.
Curious was I
Of all the gifts my cat brought.
Where does she get them from,
Is what I always thought.
Did she steal them from neighbors?
From a restaurant nearby?
Where could she get such goods
Which she could not buy?
One night, when my cat left
I followed her out the door.
I was much too curious
To be left in the dark anymore.
I was careful not to let her see me
As I trailed behind in elation.
I hid in bushes and darted behind trees
As she went onward to her destination.
My cat went down an alley.
At the end of it was a wall
With a small wooden door
That was only two feet tall.
The door opened up;
My cat went inside.
I crawled through it, of course,
To see what was on the other side.
I stood up and marveled
At all these small booths.
They were decorated with bright lights,
And had colorful roofs.
A cat owned each booth,
And they purred and meowed
As they went about their night
Talking to cats in the large crowd.
There were cats of all colors,
Shapes, and sizes.
Some were selling delicious treats
And others were giving out prizes
To cats who won
The various games they had
Like Bonking the Mouse
And Catching the Crawdad!
Others were selling fabrics and yarn,
Of which there was a great array,
To cats who were more artistic
And loved to sew or crochet.
It was all amazing
Truly astounding to see.
I wanted to stay for a long time,
But alas, that was not to be.
For it was not long
Before the cats gave me a hard stare.
They started hissing and caterwauling;
I obviously wasn’t welcome there.
Cats approached me from all sides,
And swatted at me with their claws.
I knew then that by visiting
I had broken their laws.
I ran for the door,
And left the place in a hurry.
I ran back home
To escape the cats’ fury.
When my cat came home
She brought me a mouse,
Gave me a reproving look,
And went to her little cat house.
She never again
Brought me extravagant gifts.
Perhaps my unwanted appearance
Had caused her to have rifts.
Maybe the cats at the festival
Had told her she was banned
From ever coming back
To the special cat land.
Or maybe she was just being spiteful
Because I hadn’t minded my business.
Whatever the reason, it’s safe to say
I’m done with cats and their cattiness.
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