He didn't seem to be lonely
but we took him with us anyway
when we left.

He walked into our new flat
jumped up onto our lounge
and slept.

He never liked us either
but hung around until
our dogs had finished their meals
then ate the remnants carefully
as though it were a sacrifice to our god.

Neighbours often inquired "That your Cat?"
"Well sort of," we'd say
but we knew damn well it wasn't
He stayed with us I guess
cause he couldn't be bothered to find anywhere else to go
anywhere better

Though how he judged the world God only knows
though I know I've watched him judge it
curled up on our lounge
composing feline poetry

Doubt he could have caught
a bird with a broken wing
or a mouse in a trap
We were always being told

"Why don't you put him down
he doesn't serve any purpose."

But I reckon he summed us up
in one lazy blink of an eye
and thought the same about us.
Except of course we fed him.

Us and half a dozen other houses
it snuck into and stole their cat’s cat food

John called him Cooching
though with his ailing Dementia
he couldn't tell a cat from a dog

We called him Allsorts
because of his thrown together coat
though I never saw him answer to an human name
he was so naturally cool

We should have called him Fonzie