A Cats Life
I was rescued a long while ago
And my new owners called me Joe.
I let them play with me everyday
But I don't let them have it all their way.
You see if I'm smart they will never know
That it's me who decides when to come or go.
Food can sometimes be a bit much,
Like its either too cold or too hot to the touch.
Some of my friends say they don't have a choice
But I just leave, then I raise my voice
it takes a while to get the right dinner
but once they catch on your onto a winner.
We live in a road at number seven, and now
I have trained them its just like heaven.
I still go on fridays to number four
I can usually get in through their back door
Old Bert and Flo always have fish
and Flo makes a lovely Haddock dish.
I used to have breakfast at number two
A lovely couple and good cooks too
But now they haver babies who are sick and smelly
I'm not surprised they eat yoghurt and jelly
I don't think I'll go there anymore
I'll wait till their older thats for sure.
There are some things more important than meals
like cars and bikes or anything on wheels
lots of drivers think they can see
But the moment you hear one, quick climb up a tree
Get to know your neighbourhood pets
you don't want to end up going to the vets
I never go near number five
the man has a mastiff who would eat me alive
It frightens the children and barks all day
my advice is to always keep out of the way
Numbers one and three are now empty again
the squatters moved in young lads in the main
Now I'm indoors the days battles won
I am welcomed home like the prodigal son
the fire is so warm my armchair so soft
I am petted and cuddled and held aloft
I am so very glad that I found this home
When I was abandoned and left to roam.