My Cat

My cat sits on the window sill

it thinks of this and that

of what life was in days of yore

before it was my cat



I know not what it's life has been

before it was MY cat

it came one day from nowhere

it came, sat down with confidence

and stayed to be my cat.



Now it is my familiar

each decent witch has one

it came right to the pearly gates

when all is said and done



I was rejected and sent back

she came with me along the track

with time we both recovered

a new lease back on life



we've been together ten full years

enjoying every minute

she's twenty and still going strong

together now we both belong


a little slowing down we are

until we follow our particular star

to where we will be wild and free

to ride our broomstick o'er the sea