The feral cat has struck again-
Brought fear into the hearts of men.
Not satisfied with fowl or fish,
He’s settled on another dish.

**** knows that he is on a winner
When he gobbles TV dinner.
Chow mein? He likes it to a turn,
And his coffee from the urn.

“Waiter! My soup!” and off I trot
to serve my master on the spot.
“And don’t forget the bread and butter!”
“Up yours, chum!” I’m heard to mutter.