Ginger the cat,
Fixing us with a baleful glare.
“What ARE you humans playing at?
Off on a jaunt
With out a thought
Who will feed my feline mouth?”
“I mewed and I called.
And no one came.
I sat and sulked
bared my hungry teeth at the closed door frame.”
Providing victuals we had a chat
Dear Ginger the visiting cat,
On occassion you WILL have to dine off a rat!
Practice your hunting skills And rid us of rodents and their attack.
By which time Ginger had gobbled the repast.
And stretched out for a relaxing nap.
I doubt he heard the last part.
About hunting and eating and all of that.