Welcome to the House of Many Cats

Surrounded By Cats On A Snowy Evening

 (With Apologies to Robert Frost) 

Whose cats these are, I think they know, 

 Who saved them from last winter's snow, 

 Who took them in and kept them near, 

 Who fed them, groomed them, watched them grow. 

 Our friends all thought it rather queer 

To take in strays, and voiced the fear 

That allergies and such would make 

Us rue the day throughout the year 

 It hasn't turned out a mistake 

Though on occasion things *do* break, 

 And cat fur, difficult to sweep, 

 Clogs the Hoover's small intake. 

 They lie around us, heap by heap. 

 Outside the snow again is deep. 

 Inside, we've promises to keep 

And cats to feed before we sleep.

And cats to feed before we sleep. 

--Sondra Rosenberg 

(used with the kind permission of the author)