I met a cat; he was all alone
Living on the street, couldn’t make it on his own
He was thin and scrawny and oh so sad
I just had to help; he wasn’t bad
He roamed the streets, searching for friends
But all he found were cold hearts and empty hands
He was so lonely and went out of control
Until that day, he met a kind soul
He told me his story of how he’d been left behind
and fend for himself, so wild!
But now he was getting old, and he couldn’t do it alone
so he’d been looking for a human to take him home
I told him I was sorry, but I couldn’t take him in
I have already reached my limit with my other feline
But I said I’d help him, and I would be his friend
and I would make sure he got home safe and sound in the end
I took him in, and now he’s mine.
He eats and sleeps and is just fine.
He loves to play and chase his tail.
And he doesn’t make much of a wail.
Written by: Ali Lmalki
