Our Cat Alex

Our Cat is such a mystery to me

The way he behaves is such sight

He sleeps soundly most of the day

And comes alive at night

Three meals a day with room and board

You would think he’s got it made

But he never seems to be satisfied

He is always on parade

He struts about like Jack the Lad

Demanding this and that

At times it is so hard to believe

He is only a cat

At night he thinks it’s amusing

To wake me any time at all

With the need just to inform me

He has left a mouse for me in the hall

He has a need for scratching

His little friends he leaves anywhere

Even though I am the one that’s bitten

He does not seem at all to care

He’s knocking on close to fifteen now

A ripe old age for a cat

But he still things he’s six years old

And still misbehaves  like an older brat

But I would not be without him

We have been together for fifteen years

And we will remain together for the rest of his days

Along with the laughter and some tears.

He is now too old to go chasing birds

He has to sit a watch them as they fly around

Taunting him as if to say were here

As he lays down on the ground

But sometimes when he is resting

He must be chasing them in a dream

Because he whimpers and shakes though fast asleep

His eyes just stare and gleam

Long may he live in peace and harmony

As we wait on him like the fools we have been

But its nice to know we are wanted

Ever since he has been on the scene.