Grey Cat

“Celebrate the day of the cat, on a Saturday at that, but then again, every day, is Caturday for me” Gun Roswell

Grey Cat

The suave and sophisticated, completely, grey coated cat
Was on her way towards the marketplace, with a slow scat
She was the queen of her street, this busy, oneway leap
But no matter how short or tall, this was her domain, after all

Greeting each and every passer by, with a loud and proud meow
Getting patted along the way, even some treats, on the play
When the afternoon clock finally beckoned, she was there reckoning
To catch some fresh fish, from the sellers giving her the dish

Why, you may ask, was this grey coated cat, so completely sure
Well, her main goal, may not have been as pristine and pure
But, keeping all the mice and other crawly critters at bay
Was her job now, so knowing that, she fully accepted her pay

She trotted down, keeping an eye on the eternal crowds
And when spotting a shop with those smelly types of crops
She was noticed and royally rewarded, for all the hard work
As no rodent was insight, and that brought forth big smiles

The shop owners of the small village, were for ever grateful
Of this small and furry feline, always on the hunt and prowl
Keeping their habitat completely pleasant and germ free
And she only demanding, such a small and easy to pay fee