Ode to a Neighbor's Cat

[lihpster]

I have a neighbor, don't know who, that has a cat. Sort of. No collar and occasionally free roaming the neighborhood, murdering small creatures. For some reason, he likes to sleep in my chair. Yeah, you could say I like him.
I was moved to poetry and figured we should all suffer equally, so apologies in advance.

Ode to a Neighbor's Cat

He's a stalker, a killer
Behind that last pillar,
As he has been since the beginning.

Don't get him riled
He started out wild,
And he still has a bit left in him.

His prey never sees him,
If you can believe him.
He's shifty and not to be trusted.

He'll change on a dime.
It don't take him much time,
To decide things would look better busted.

He won't eat the food,
It's apparently no good.
On this his resolve is firm.

But he'll target your thighs,
Sink in his knives,
And happily watch while you squirm.

He's not my cat.
I should take a bat,
And end it in one clean sweep.

But when he comes to the door,
I open it more,
'Cause a guy's gotta have a place to sleep.

 

[Bekeart]

He is so handsome.

Looks so innocent.

Bekeart

 

[lihpster]

He is so handsome.

Looks so innocent.

Bekeart

Look at the BONES, Man!

 

[Rudi]

A fine looking cat.

 

[Kenna]

We had a cat looked just like him. A stray we took in. Would bring back all sorts of presents over nite.

 

[SMSgt]

Cats make good bait in Florida.

 

[Rustyt1953]

Here's its doppelganger Moe.

 

[lihpster]

Here's its doppelganger Moe.

As in meanie mynie or Larry and Curly?

 

[Rustyt1953]

Moe wants to play.

 

[Protocall_Design]

Looks like he had a hard game that day...

 

[Rustyt1953]

Looks like he had a hard game that day...

A worn out defensive felineman.

 

[lihpster]

A worn out defensive felineman.

2 minutes for punning.

 

[SMSgt]

Moe wants to play.

Put me in, coach, I'm ready to play . . . today.

 

[Chubbs103]

Our neighbors' cat is always over at our house. He regularly naps in the chair on our back porch.

He also steals.

If my wife leaves her sandals on the porch, the cat will carry one over the fence. Socks or gloves are gone in a heartbeat. Baseball caps are stolen too.

Most of the time we get our things back from the neighbors. Sometimes they just disappear.

 

[Rudi]

Our neighbors' cat is always over at our house. He regularly naps in the chair on our back porch.

He also steals.

If my wife leaves her sandals on the porch, the cat will carry one over the fence. Socks or gloves are gone in a heartbeat. Baseball caps are stolen too.

Most of the time we get our things back from the neighbors. Sometimes they just disappear.

A cat burglar.

 

[Jimmyjones]

I'm keeper of the neighborhood cat, Toby keeps the rabbit and vermin population down.
When I can't find him, I go door to door to find where he's lounging. He was a stray who found me in AZ a few years back.

Like your poem!

 

[THE PILGRIM]

A while back my Neighbor’s Mother passed.
Among other things he inherited was a Cat.
So the cat moved in and started checking out the hood.
Neighbor say, if that Cat bothers you, just run him off.
I say, just let him roam.
That old cat has had enough trauma without me chasing him.

 

[RobertJ.]

Years ago we lived in Tillamook for a while. Our next-door neighbor had a cat that would come over and spray our outdoor grill. We didn't know the cat's name, but we called him Days Are Numbered. Luckily, for the cat, we moved before I came up with a plan.

 

[lihpster]

Years ago we lived in Tillamook for a while. Our next-door neighbor had a cat that would come over and spray our outdoor grill. We didn't know the cat's name, but we called him Days Are Numbered. Luckily, for the cat, we moved before I came up with a plan.

Did you call him Dan for short?

 

[lihpster]

I say, just let him roam.
That old cat has had enough trauma without me chasing him.

We were in the first day of moving into our new house. Right in the middle of it, this black cat scales the cherry tree and hops from that onto the upstairs deck. Then he just calmy strolls over to the fridge and sits in front of it. Everytime someone passed by, he'd meow a little and look at the fridge. I was sent to the store for some cat food. He ate the food and then curled up on the couch for a nap.
Later in the afternoon, I was sitting on the front steps and the neighbor kids came up and we started talking. During the conversation, the cat comes out on the steps and sits down next to me. I just start petting him and he curls up and starts purring.
"Watch out! That's Bosco! He's mean!" I just looked up from scratching his belly as he purred and said, "Yeah. He looks it." Turns out the neighborhood kids chased him and threw things at him.
He was a neighbor's cat, but he lived with us for 3 years. Was never mean, very quiet and even seemed to ignore the songbirds and focus his violent energies to rodents. One of the best cats we ever "had". Wow. Unique concept. Treat them right and they're not "mean".
RIP Bosco. You were a hell of a cat.