The Cat Came Back... Cat’s Perspective Marc Gunn

I was a crazy cat for many a year
My years are advancing. Now I sleep in my chair
But old Mr. Johnson still wants me to play
If I don’t get active, he’ll send me away

I’m a yellow tabby, kinda flabby. And I’m coming home
And if you don’t like me, then leave me alone!
I’ll eat when I’m hungry. I’ll sleep when I’m tired
And if you try to wake me, you’ll wish you had died

His neighbor ambushed me with shotgun and dynamite
My cat senses warned me. So I put up a fight
I clawed at his cigarette. It fell to the floor
It lit the dynamite as I ran out the door
KA-BOOM!

He gavе me to a boy with a dollar and a note
To drown me in thе river when we were afloat
I saw the rope come towards me and let out a yowl
The boat tipped on over. The poor boy was drowned
GURGLE!

He gave me to a man going up in a balloon
I clung to his head. I am no buffoon
The man tried to free me, but then lost control
I stole his parachute as he crashed ‘gainst a knoll
KER-SPLAT!