Oh, what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you, homeless, to my gate
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth, and food?
For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny,
While she, with purr and velvet paw
Became, within my house, The Law.
She scratched my furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed.
She ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day she died.
So if you really think, oh cat
I'm willing to relive all that
Because you've come, forlorn and thin
Well, don't just stand there - come on in!
by Francis Witham
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