That ludicrous cat was back the other day.
Prowling around as if it had something to say.
It came up to me wearing a devious smile,
And sat there staring for quite a while.
When I asked Miss Clancy if she'd seen this beast,
she said I was probably going to be its next feast.
What a ludicrous woman,
She's just like the cat.
That crafty, scheming,
Underhand cat.
Now, as I look out the window,
Right now as I write,
I'm faced with the most sickening sight.
Out on the pavement,
Rubbing at a shoe,
Is that wretched cat,
Purring at you!
