'It'

Once I read of the naming of cats
being a difficult matter to do. One of those things
that leaves you mad as a hatter. Now that’s undeniably true.

You see I found a cat whilst out walking,
I sent out posters but no one was talking.
I was left to deal with the gold, gleaming eyes
which smugly saw through my disgruntled disguise.

It knew I was impressed by its remarkable dress,
its fur that was undeniably soft.
And how it walked down my street without watching its feet
instead keeping its head aloft.

And putting the words straight into my head
the cat said: it’s time I found myself a bed
on which to sleep,
is there one here which I could keep?

So now for my cat I’m browsing the shelves,
searching madly for names. Because it needs particular sort
which is suitable for lads as well as for dames.