With A Skit To Scoot I Had To Scat Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

With a skit to scoot I had to scat.
Don't want to be bothered,
To stay where I'm not wanted at.

Even my days sleeping on the door mat,
Is a life threatening challenge...
If I should try to sneak back.

And for a cat replaced by a dog...
Why am I attracted,
To attempt getting into the sack with that?

When there are other cats,
Willing to teach me to use my eyes...
To get picked up!

A purring with a soft 'meow' these days,
Just does not work!
And I remember when being a Tabby,
Was the rage.

Today?
People will settle for a mongrel.
House broken or not.
And I am a full fledged 'intelligent' Tabby.