Aunt Lily’s Cat

Aunt Lily’s Cat

By Paul McCann

Tiddles was Aunt Lily’s cat and she always had a lot to eat

as she wandered in and out all the houses in Jamaica Street .

Everyone thought that she was their cat and they fed her everyday

Tiddles was a fat happy cat and in many houses she’d stay.
We called her Tiddles but she had other names people called her

She had a gentle purr whenever you would stroked her fur ,

Oh to have the life of a cat and pounce around Jamaica Street

and to chase a mouse and creep in and out of every house and sleep

all night and day and feel the loving pat of those who called this and that

and lick my paws and stretch my claws and stretch out there  on the doormat

and prowl around different places where no one ever locked me out .

To have many homes where people didn’t care if I walked about .

Tiddles was everyone’s cat and no one knew that till she got was killed.

by the milkman’s truck , he tried to stop , some of the milk had been spilled .

Poor Tiddles lay there as the whole street ran to grieve for their dead cat.

She had a good life and was well loved by many and  that’s a fact .