One Drunken Cat Sits Right Outside My Window Sill. Poem by Michael Gale

I looked out the window at the bowl of Meow Mix...
Staring back at me was a grey kitty skinny as twigs or sticks.
As our eyes yet did meet....
The red collared cat looked cute and sweet.

It was skittish that cat that ran....
Flying away faster than Peter Pan.
I called out 'Here kitty, kitty'...
Ain't she small that grey itty bitty.

Only had i, me and my wife...
Had two outside cats with many wandering days in life.
That cat looked as thin as rails or real thin metal nails...
Look at that cat's real twitching and shaking of the shakiest of tails.

Look at her look about that cat of grey...
Will she come again to eat and stay?
Poor kitty, kitty....
So thin and itty bitty.

Shhsh.....Look under the car....
There she is, when she sees me she'll run real far.
There is no telling what that grey cat has put up with...
It only has survived by using it's best smartest of wit.

I'll see that great grey skinny cat...
Where will it be next, where will she next be at?
Is it true that cats always land on all four feet? ...
How do they do it? Do they cheat?

Do cats really have lives of nine? ...
Do alley cats live lives real fine?
Cats can walk into a room that is black as dark....
With sensative of whiskers they can feel with and know where to sit and park.

Grey kitty, grey kitty will you come back to eat with my other one thats black? ...
Will you reappear and soon be back?
I'll miss you so if you go away...
Never to return for another gone day of days.

I just wonder do cats get drunk drinking only whiskers sour? ...
No they don't, not in any minutes of days or even one such hour.
I do, however believe that cats can get high on kitty cat-nip...
If they would drink, they'd drink drinks laced with catnip to sip.