I was strolling one day with my head in the air,
On a string it did float as it brushed the clouds there,

With the mind up so high and the feet down so low,
The body does never know which way to go,

And so the pavement I followed as I looked to the sky,
And noticed nothing of the things that went by,

Just the violent breeze that did ruffle my hair,
And the puffs of white clouds that were ever so fair,

Out of my skin did my bones nearly jolt,
When a touch on my arm did make my feet halt,

And with the string of my head passing hand from hand,
Did a strange pair of arms bring my head back to land,

When my eyes came to focus, what I did see,
Was a tall, hooded figure standing opposite me,

“Come to my cat-house.” The creature did say,
And for some unknown reason I couldn’t help but obey,

We walked for some time, through the winding roads long,
I had a strange feeling, and that feeling was strong,

Familiar was I with this stranger right here,
A familiar stranger is something quite queer,

We came to a house which was ten stories high,
Said the stranger, “Come in. Come on, give it a try.”

So I followed the footsteps of my strange, hooded guide,
And with deep breaths and nervous I stepped right inside,

Nothing would prepare me for what I did see,
A pair of big, round eyes staring at me,

There stood the figure, yes, the figure did stand,
About two feet from me with a cat in one hand,

“Now, will you stroke it?” Said the mysterious one,
It told me to do it, that it would be such fun,

I told the strange figure I would not condone,
“I have my own cat, and I stroke it at home.”

It said “Bring it to me, I’ll give it a fuss.
Here kitty kitty, here **** **** ****!”

This made me uneasy, it caused me alarm,
I tried to make off but was caught by an arm,

“Stay with me, darling.” It whispered in my ear,
I quivered in fright, oh, I quivered in fear,

I told this mad stranger that I would not obey,
It asked me, “Why not? Why don’t you want to play?”

“Is there something wrong? Don’t you like cats?”
“Oh no” Replied I “The problem’s not that.”

“The thing is, I love cats. I honestly do!
The problem’s not that. The problem is you.”

With that the stranger’s eyes did open so wide,
I was I might trip and fall right inside!

So with my legs did I run and I did not stop
until I got through my front door with a skip and a hop.

And I locked every lock and I chained every chain,
And I prayed I would never meet this stranger again.

So if you’re ever out walking with your head in the clouds,
Be careful who’s watching, who’s creeping around,

Because next time, it might not just be a cat,
It could be a dog, and you can’t escape that!