I've Done A Daft Thing

I`ve done a daft thing

Now I feel I might pay,

Adopting a cat

That has lived as a stray.



He`s feisty and stuck up

And convinced that he`s mean,

Now perched on my table

He`s not very clean.



I`d give him a stroke

But he`s waiting to scratch

The wicked look in his eye

Tells me I`m no match.



He`ll gobble up cat food

Whatever the flavour

With a look to convey

That he`s done me a favour.



I`m doubting my judgement

About a cat with no name

While the darn thing is playing

The long waiting game.



I can hear him purring

When he thinks I`m not near,

But as soon as I`m seen

He raises his fur.



He will have to stop playing

That crafty old tune,

I`m determined that black and white horror

Will be a pet soon.