Monday, July 14, 2025

The Cat Under My Car comical poem 618 by Angela Lansbury


 


Grey cat. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

The cat was grey, ugly and fat

And growing, old - we're all like that

Today it's not sat on the mat

I guessed that it had not gone far


It slept in warmth under my car

I called, 'Hey, I know where you are!'

It jumped, up, fled, a tail I saw

Wave, inside my home's front door


I went inside - passed, it shot out!

Now every day I've fear and doubt

I know that it is round about

Dear neighbours, please don't let it out.


On Youtube I see kittens

In funny hats, teeny mittens.

One gulps down milk, it licks its fur

Eyes shut, gives a contented purr


For a day I'm sentimental

'Let's buy one?' 'No, Don't be mental

One tame cat will lure a wild friend

And you can guess where that will end


'Two kittens, a menagerie

An all day job for you and me

The vet's visits will not be free!'

'Okay. I'll let that idea be.'


For if I want to see a cat

Chase birds, or mice, even a rat

Loud sound reveals where two cats are

Caterwauling, under my car.

-ends-

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