Y'know the last cat I had wasn't even my cat, he was the neighbour's cat Yea! He defected... came over to our house My neighbours they had a holiday home down the country and used visit it often on the weekends So the poor cat would be left behind at home and he'd get lonely So he'd come out to us, and he liked us so much We used give him a great reception He'd get so much love and attention, nice food as well That he decided to stay with us rather than go back home We even bought him one of those nice furry little cathouse bed type things Put it out in the garage and he'd sleep there.
But whose cat was he now then, was he ours or was he still theirs Did they still have a claim on him Or was it up to him to choose, You know it could have caused a Constitutional Crisis Could have gone to Court Who had ownership of the cat Could have been a real tug of love affair A bit like that film what's it's name...Kramer vs Kramer Luckily the neighbours though they didn't seem to mind that much.
Of course, the punchline to all this was, one day my Dad was out visiting my neighbours next door When who should he see lying there on the sofa looking very contented and very much at home Yea! You guessed it.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking Yea exactly! I bet the cat...our cat the Defector He was probably a Double Agent all along.
The neighbors seem so vivacious As they mull about outside my window, Sun kissing their skin. The mothers cling to their children, And sweat clings to the aching muscles of workers As they bustle, Hustling mattresses out of the house And building supplies in. We exchange cautious smiles As I sit here in the staleness of my room, The monotony of this routine. They are so alive. I wish I was too.