Felines Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

This morning I went into the outhouse to retrieve something
there was movement between my sacks of stuff, fearing it was a rat
I took flight but out came a cat, and it wasn`t frightened by me
apparently, the cat had taking abode there.
"Little cat you can`t stay here I will be moving soon."
The pus took no notice.
I thought of being tough finding a broom and scare it stiff,
but I don`t know where my wife keeps her mean of transportation
so I opened up a tin of tuna fish instead, but sternly told it
there will be no more food.
Cats are opportunists they take a look at me and think
"He is a soft touch." And before I know it they
sleep on top of my bookshelf or interfere with my keyboard.
Once my neighbour a nurse went to Africa for a year she placed
The cat with a friend of hers, but the cat didn`t like it moved in with me
for the duration, and when the nurse she came back the pus left me without
as much as a thank you.