Tomfoolery by Grant Harbison

I’m the cat that caught the piebald rat-a-tat-tat

No, I’m not talking about a rat

I’m talking about one of those fakes

That’s just the ridiculous sound that it makes

It didn’t screech nor did it squeal

And my razor sharp claws it didn’t even feel

My humans controlled it and manoeuvred it around the house

Thinking that I’d probably mistake it for a mouse

Their way of thinking is totally absurd

I know a mouse from a rat-a-tat-tat and I certainly know a bird

They way they treat me sometimes is an utter disgrace

For they know if I see movement I can’t resist the chase

So I caught the rat-a-tat-tat and took it outside

And quickly got rid of it to restore my pride

A cat with my stature cannot be seen

With a plastic rodent that’s purple and green