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 The Old Cats and the New Cat(by our mom) For ten years I had the big cat, For six years I had the little cat. I thought because they were girl cats They would love my new girl kitten. The big one was still the old cat, But the younger became the middle cat. They let me know at the outset That neither of them was smitten. The old fat cat was a tabby, And a calico was the little cat, But the new girl cat was a show cat With a pedigree nine yards long. The old little cat was angry And jealous and so heartbroken, She'd always been sure that no cat Could replace her, was she wrong? The resident girls informed me That neither were foster mothers. The big cat hissed and snarled And the little one cried all night. The new girl grew to a small cat Who lacked the height of the others. The old, one fat and one slender, Never would treat her right. There's more. I had a boy red cat, And another, a black and white cat. When introduced to the new cat, They were totally uncharmed. They'd tolerate one more girl cat If she wasn't a very bright cat, But the new little cat, a smart cat, Had the great big boys alarmed. And so my house was a war zone The months while I raised the baby. Four of them liked each other, But none of them cared for her. They never would share their dinner, Except for the water, maybe, They glared and mumbled together And kept her out of their fur. Then came the time the new cat, Grown up, had to be a spayed cat. She went away to the hospital And the housecats were only four. The boy cats looked in the corners, One worried and one afraid cat. The girl cats left half their dinner And stared all night at the door. I brought her home to the old cats, A poor little weak and hurt cat. They brushed up against and sniffed her, Meowing concern and pity. Since then, it's a house of five cats, The pedigreed little pert cat And four unrelated old cats All lay in one pile of kitty.
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