He suns himself on green lawns cropped.
On humid days he seeks the shade.
His every thought on comfort stayed;
His cup of leisure always topped.
His despair when the girl he owns
Goes down to shop at the local store
And he, with heart that burns to the core,
Then sits and watches, wails and moans.
She picks him up when she comes back
And sounds of engines through his fur
Then tell her he loves only her
And he rides high as King or Jack.
He now and then his mistress leaves
To court a lady fair and fine
Who’s coy, then taunts him by design,
And tells him tales that he believes.
Poor Louis! His lady-love has lured
Seven other scheming suitors;
Louis, and eight in all disputers.
Then Louis leaves and swears he’s cured.
He, home for sympathy arrives,
His tabby hide all scratched and sore.
He swears he’ll not go back for more
And risk again his whole nine lives.