My Cat

The cat just left the door open again tonight I wish they would do what I think is right Although they may not scratch or even bite But my feet are cold, frostbite is in sight. I close the door but she opens it again The temperature inside starts to descend She comes to it circle up and get a treat Or just climb up and take away my seat. I love her dearly but it's getting cold That cat just simply put me on hold It's just the way it is or so I'm told But it seems my cat is becoming quite bold. Her name is Nola but I call her Storkula J When night time comes you better look the other way She is certain to show you what a good hunter she can be The carnage is the dead bodies in the backyard you can see. She is able to catch a bird from out of the air When you find it in the house it gives you a scare So you try to save it and let it go out The cat glares back with what looks like a pout. When I had my heart attack she sat at my feet I don’t know if she cared or just wanted a treat It really doesn’t matter because I survived The cat made me smile and feel quite alive. I haven’t seen her in quite some time She lives with my ex but she treats her fine I just hope in my heart she does not forget about me Because she gave me the strength so that I could just be.