Cat and mouse poem.

 Cat and owner.

I smell my owner’s dinner, faggots, chips, mushy peas, it smells better than mine, whiskers super meat out the can.

Oh I forgot he has a pint of larger, wonder how that compares to milk lol! 

I said to my owner.

" Your food looks better than mine."

When we had both finished our food, he rushed off to the docs and left me alone but I was okay, I just chilled out on the big black mat.

When he came back, I sat on his lap.

The smell of food from both of them was still around.

He told me to get off his owner's lap as he heard a nose, he looked through the window, shot through the open window as he saw a angry dog with sharp teeth who attacked him.

The owner put his coat, shoes and went to the pub for another pint of larger.

I became very restless while he was out.

so Mr Owner took off his coat and jumper, suddenly he saw me in-the pub with my  fur covered with blood so he took me home and called the vet.

The morning he bought a parrot, who kept on telling him that he had too much beer. Mr Owner put his feet up, he had not shut the cage well enough so he peaking the slippers of Mr Owner's feet while he was a sleep.

He bought the me some fish then put it in a dish so Mr Owner ended up eating fish and chips, so we had pretty much the same to eat.

For  some reason that night time the  I was restless wanting to  goin and out. Mr Owner called me a pain but I kept on hear mice and other cats fighting outside,  dogs barking, I don’t think Mr Owner heard a thing.

That night I got everywhere, on the mat, under the mat, on the chair and sofa, under the chair and sofa.

Here, there and everywhere.

In the boxes, beds, shoes, socks, cupboards, tables, windows ledges, up and down the net curtains and more.

I’m Tom a black cat with a white neck, who lyes on a black mat, what about that?

I dream of meat, fish and cream, if you know what I mean.

I even dream of mice, which are rather nice to eat.

I leave my muddy foot prints on your floor by your door, from the outside garden lawn.

Don’t trap the mice I will eat them for you, including Jerry.

I don’t blame you for not liking mice, even though I like them to eat.

They get in your food, bins and more.

Therefore’ save your cheese not for me or Jerry but for you.

Let me, deal with Jerry lol!