IS THAT KIZZIE CAT?
A fat, furry tiger-and-white
In the hallway here…
Posing in front of his apartment door,
As he does throughout the year.
Flops himself indolently
Stretching out in cat display…
Woe betide the scratcher of bellies,
He might not want to stay.
When we first moved in next door
A poodle had resided here…
Kizzie clawed the poodle’s paws
The poor dog ran in fear.
We had a cat of our own at the time
But Kizzie bold as brass…
Entered our apartment,
Vanquishing the dog at last!
For nailing the little dog paws,
Kizzie lost his front claws…
When that dog walked by
A careful eye
Was kept where Kizzie might pause.
Our cat has gone
But Kizzie the cat lives on….
Sometimes he greets me with his feats,
Slips into his door and is gone.