The Cat Always Wins

I left the cat out in the cold, ‘Cause he refused to come inside. He was brown, and white, a little gold. Did he have a sheltered place to hide? I called him several hundred times, from my rain-soaked front porch door. I couldn’t sleep, wondering if he was safe, or injured, or more? Spent the night coaxing the cat, a stray we’d named McGirk. Had trouble staying awake the next day, fell asleep at work.