Hamish – St Andrews Cat About Town
When I was born
A green-eyed ginger kitten,
I was the bold one, the pick of the litter.
But I grew up. Next life, lord of all
In a house in a mews, behind a wall.
Soon I was like a cat on a hot tin roof –
Until I fell off and landed on my feet.
Now I please myself, not shy, ubiquitous,
I go to dinner parties and sleep-overs.
I’ve escaped a catalogue of catastrophes.
I was a cat among the pigeons – and crows –
Rescued with a ladder, by lads.
I’ll let the cat out of the bag;
I’m the cat’s pyjamas.
I have countless Followers on Facebook. (Needless to say, I do not tweet.)
And now, I’ve a graven image,
Right where I belong
In the centre of my town.