Jack Poem by Terry Hoffman

When I was still in college,
my first cat's name was Jack.
At first, I did not realize
what was his greatest knack.

He was just a kitten,
when he came to live with me.
I observed while he grew up;
he was a spirit free.

I lived in a house with two;
we'd have our parties there.
Jack, he had this little trick,
caused all of us to stare.

We'd sit 'round the living room,
guzzling down our beer.
Jack would sit alert and straight;
he always was right there.

He'd go around to each of us,
begging for a sip.
After hitting ev'ryone,
he'd start another trip.

On this one occasion,
he was wobbling, I could tell.
He went into the bathroom
and into the toilet fell.

No one ever sobered up,
as quickly as he did.
I quickly rushed into the john
and lowered down the lid!