Camilla

Camilla the cat
is a big fat,
smoky, grey old tabby,
lazy and flabby.
But she used to be slender
and had rather a tender,
temperamental side,
that she never did hide.
She was found in a stable
cold and unable
to survive on her own.
But fate has shown
that she was saved by the bell,
snatched from hell,
and given a heaven on earth
after such a difficult birth.
For this tiny little kitty
was offered a pretty
comfortable life
with no pain, no strife.
No cold nor wet
so she was able to forget
that she had been thrown away
on that terrible day.

Her new home was just great.
She grew up with a mate –
a dog called Tinka.
But the little stinker
never left her alone,
his home was his own.
Because in his opinion
it was his dominion
so he was allowed to play
each and every day.
And play he did
by making her skid
out of the lounge to the hall –
she was chased over all.

Tinker never did hurt her
But perhaps did alert her
to a hectic,
electric,
irrational behaviour
which she learnt to savour.
For even after Tinker had ceased
Camilla increased
the speed of her run
but it was no longer fun.
She ran straight and fast
and hit her head full blast
on the fridge or a chair –
or whatever was there.
She would sprint up the wall
and before she would fall,
would spring from all fours,
flipping over, crashing into doors
of cupboards or onto the table.
She was for minutes unable
to stop her frenzied fit,
or even realise it.
She was a poor sick cat
and that was that.
She was given tablets and special food
but nothing ever stopped that mood.
For every now and again
she could no longer refrain
from those bursts of confusion
where she had the illusion
that she could fly,
somersault into the sky,
or run through brick,
five inches thick.
Her fits would come back time and again
until she could no longer retain
good health and her shiny fur
Camilla was a cat that could no longer purr.

One day, without her knowing,
she found herself going
outside of the flat –
she had never done that.
For years she had lived inside
because her master wanted to hide
her from traffic and other dangers
like beastly, canine strangers.
But now she was going to live elsewhere
because her man did so much care
for a house with a garden
and a yard, and,
lots of room for the kids, the dog and the cat.
Grass to play on with a ball and bat.
And so they all came to this wonderful place
and soon after did Camilla no longer race
up the walls and round the bend.
Her fits suddenly found and end.
Now she is no longer crazy
but just a little lazy,
tubby tabby.
She may be flabby
but has a fine coat of fur
and is able, once again, to purr.

She has been out today for several hours
now she sits by the window and looks at the flowers.
Calm, comfy, and with a Cheshire cat’s grin.
Some animals you just should not keep in.

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