Our Cat Alex
Our Cat is such a mystery to me
The way he behaves is such sight
He sleeps soundly most of the day
And comes alive at night
Three meals a day with room and board
You would think he’s got it made
But he never seems to be satisfied
He is always on parade
He struts about like Jack the Lad
Demanding this and that
At times it is so hard to believe
He is only a cat
At night he thinks it’s amusing
To wake me any time at all
With the need just to inform me
He has left a mouse for me in the hall
He has a need for scratching
His little friends he leaves anywhere
Even though I am the one that’s bitten
He does not seem at all to care
He’s knocking on close to fifteen now
A ripe old age for a cat
But he still things he’s six years old
And still misbehaves like an older brat
But I would not be without him
We have been together for fifteen years
And we will remain together for the rest of his days
Along with the laughter and some tears.
He is now too old to go chasing birds
He has to sit a watch them as they fly around
Taunting him as if to say were here
As he lays down on the ground
But sometimes when he is resting
He must be chasing them in a dream
Because he whimpers and shakes though fast asleep
His eyes just stare and gleam
Long may he live in peace and harmony
As we wait on him like the fools we have been
But its nice to know we are wanted
Ever since he has been on the scene.
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