Boe the Cat was not an easy cat to like
But then he did not like others either.
Blandishments carried no weight with Boe,
He bit or scratched at all who drew close
Believing the entire house to be his domain,
He considered a carelessly unprotected ankle
anywhere as fair game for attack
There was, in truth, little endearing about him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem