Oh what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you homeless to my gate,
To beg for shelter, warmth and food?
For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny,
While she with fur and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.
She scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed.
She ruled with arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day she died.
So if you really think, dear cat
I’d willingly relive all that
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well don’t just stand there—come on in!
(From Marianne Soucey)