London Moggies and their
Tribe in every nook and corner
paw your heart in seconds
and pull out its strings like catnip
As they trundle up from behind
You or suddenly in front of you
And look up into your eyes always
As if to say ‘have you got a minute
To spare?” and then they will give
You this quietly beseeching little
Whine as if to report a problem
That has to be fixed at once!
And of course you know there is
No such thing. Every single cat
That accosts me anywhere in
And around London, has this
Mystifying little small meow
Of protest, or a tiny grumble
yet every accosting furry feline
is far too fat to convince you
That it is short of food or love!
You simply cannot trouble your
Heart with grievous convulsions
For any London moggie, who is
As massive as a small furry cabinet
of collected and consolidated calm!
And luckily for them, one hears
That British vets are the most
Critical no no never sayers for declawing
Of cats, so what can London moggies
Have to feel sorry for themselves?
No wonder then, that after a small
Meow of mystifying proportions
The Moggie who has padded up
To you in a quiet lane or blinked
Down at you from a cosy window
Ledge, will admit that he was just
A bit Bored of his own company
And Had enjoyed the little chat to
reveal that cats too can be sociable!