There's a cat that comes to see us, quite often he arrives,
With a hungry tummy rumbling, And what's left of his nine lives,
He never needs an invite, or his dinner place reserved,
He just drops by when hungry, and dispenses with hors'dervs.
No payment can he offer for the food which he devours,
But he shows his thanks in cuddles, as his love on us he showers.
I wonder where he goes to when he ambles out the gate,
Perhaps a feline rendesvous, Go on then, don't be late.
This is one of the poems I've written about 'Sooty', a stray Tomcat.