This cat is too poised to be soaked to the bone 

Stars tickle her paws as she tries to seem eager

There's always some milk left in some stranger's home

And she can be strong, but needs to be weaker

Rain, sins, hopes and vain roll off from that brink 

Where life's just a dog, and it howls to remember

The sighs of her June, the regrets of September

Can someone please offer a seat and a drink? 

 

This cat changes coats to parade every life

First two for the kicks, the last seven for strangers 

No longer writes poems, or letters of faith 

Not everything passes but everything changes 

Nine lives to forgive. Can someone please fetch 

A saucer, a dream, a plush pillow and silence? 

To break every rule that defies every science

It only takes one but a very good catch