Ask the Cat
Ask the cat, the old man said, she is in charge of me.
“Do you have a dime for us?” asked the family of three.
The cat stared them down, she was trained you see.
To save the old man from giving money to thee.
She is my savior, my heroine, my best friend, the old man said.
I hope we go together, for what would she do if I’m dead.
The cat yawned big and pawed a pattern out on his head.
Unconcerned about death, home, heaven or her cat bed.
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