Generations of slaughterhouse cats
Big and nasty enough to kill rats
Were born at the end of my street
And the one I’ve got is so sweet
He’s his own son, and grandson it seems
His father’s his grandfather, all the same genes
His teeth are too big for his head
And his jaw muscles fill me with dread
His coat is as sleek as a mink
He has a white shirtfront and pink
Skin under charcoal grey fur
White shoes and a rumbling purr
He’s a loving cat and true
And his full name is Boo
As in Radley after the Mockingbird
Because he’s never seen or heard
He lives in my study, never goes out
As the other cats have no doubt
He’s an intruder that must be killed
Poor Boo, he means none of them ill
His coat is as sleek as a mink
He has a white shirtfront and pink
Skin under charcoal grey fur
White shoes and a rumbling purr