With a Skit To Scoot I Had To Scat

With a skit to scoot I had to scat.
Don't want to be bothered,
To stay where I'm not wanted at.

Even my days sleeping on the door mat,
Is a life threatening challenge...
If I should try to sneak back.

And for a cat replaced by a dog...
Why am I attracted,
To attempt getting into the sack with that?

When there are other cats,
Willing to teach me to use my eyes...
To get picked up!

A purring with a soft 'meow' these days,
Just does not work!
And I remember when being a Tabby,
Was the rage.

Today?
People will settle for a mongrel.
House broken or not.
And I am a full fledged 'intelligent' Tabby.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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