A poem by a cat-lover. Bits of this are a little weird.
Tabby cats seat themselves on the dusty brick wall,
In the summer evening crawls,
Casting a amber glow on the alleway,
To match their lamplike eyes like a jewel-sun's ray,
Snowy is lying on her purple velvet rug,
Welcoming the fire's warmth and, maybe, a hug,
And Jet-black, the finest, most beautiful beast,
Never at all frightened in the least,
Claws caked with the blood of his unlucky kill,
He's well-fed, the mouse-murder is just for the thrill,
He will date a pretty young kitty for a night,
Then he will leave while the stars are still bright,
His many girlfriends don't miss him at all,
They listen for a new boyfriend's call,
What a fabulous way to be!
Responsibility and commitment free!
Cats are the good-time girls and boys of alleyway,
Different gangs by night and day,
They kill their mice and have their fun,
Then disappear into the setting sun.