There’s a pestering cat that lives around our house—
Gets on my wife’s nerves, mine too—
This stray yellow cat eats our birds, those nestled
In our garden; this disturbs my wife to no end!
I tell her: “If not the birds, then what?”
I mean, the cat has to eat, does he not?
I’ve given the yellow cat, yellow as a dandelion:
And now the cat cries for more milk every night!
When he’s not bothering us, he’s over at Jenny’s
House, our neighbor, bothering her…
To no end! Crying, crying, like a banshee.
I know cats are loners, but this one makes me think:
As I watch people shake their brooms at the cat,
And the dogs in the neighborhood chase her like
A lost rat! And even other cats chase this cat:
She, if indeed the cat is a she, has no friends.
Actually as I write this, she’s crying—
And its 8:30 p.m. and my mind’s eye tells me:
“Is there not one spot in all of Lima, Peru for a
Yellow stray cat? Shunned by the world? Is she not
Part of our world?” And believe me, I’m not a
But what can I say, if indeed the Cat could talk,
What would she say, thus I shall speak on her
Behalf: “Dear Sir, you are a Christian, and I am like
Christ, I have no home, I’m all alone, and I roam from
House top to house top, for milk, fish and bones…”
So what should I do? I ask myself: my conclusion:
Give her a little milk, let her roam our roof top,
And if worse gets to worse, take her down to
Kennedy Park, where all the cats in Lima roam.
No: 4688/ 1-23-2015