Our Cat

Our cat in summer, stays out of doors
Your shouts and your calls he just ignores
When down the garden path we walk
He just appears with a cautious stalk

Then up he comes to greet you
Purring all the way
He just comes in at mealtimes
But never stops to play

BUT!Our cat in winter
He stays in all the time
Then just as you settle in your chair
All over you he will climb

Then when itís time for dinner
You try to get him to eat
But try to coax him outside
Well thats an enormous feat

Yes our cat is cunning
The best of both worlds he likes
The sunshine in the summer
The fireside on cold winter nights!

Brenda S. Warhurst

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