Smokey and Me

Smokey was a funny cat, Filled with fun and love; Adventurous as all cats are, And Master of the Hunt. He stalked the house in search of that, Which posed some kind of threat. A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn, No pest escaped the net, That he had formed around our home. He took responsibility, To protect us fro it all, Because we were his family. From babyhood he was my kin. He always slept with me. We played for hours in the yard, Beneath the old Oak tree. We climbed my swing set, climbed the tree, Played in my sand box too. Imagine my surprise to find, He used it for a loo. Kitty cat and little girl, Fought jungle wars, climbed trees; And then we sailed the seven seas, Buccaneers were we. We'd hide behind the sofa, The curtains or in the hall, And wait in ambush for our prey. We really had a ball. My sister's boyfriend happened by, One night as we were hiding. I yelled "Chaarge!" and Smokey leaped. The boy knocked off the siding, On the bookcase in the hall, As Smokey climbed his leg, And we were sent to bed that night, T'hout supper though I begged. Incarcerated pirates we, The game continued on. We'd wait until they were asleep, Then eat till it was gone. Then we'd escape into the night, With valuables they cherished. We'd be away by early light, Leaving the guard embarrassed.