Our cat flap has become a revolving door for hungry strays
Which I am sure they are not
I think, Merlin, our black and white, goes out on his rounds
Telling them there is food back at ours
As fast as I fill his bowl, some unknown visitor empties it
I know two of them, one white with black-tipped ears
The other, a black and white like ours that Jaye calls Bandit.
She is fond of him, but I think he looks like an old boxer
I tried putting his bowl away at night
He doesn’t like that, so now it stays out
Twenty-four seven. Hotel cat paws!
They are like silent ninjas
Merlin asleep in the front room with us
I barely hear the cat flap but
He doesn’t bother moving
I manage to catch the odd tail
Slithering out of the half-open flap
Like the remains of a snake slowly disappearing
There are one or two strays
that Merlin doesn’t like coming into the house
That’s when I hear the hissing,
the banging of the cat flap late at night
He’s choosy about who he lets in to eat his food
So now we buy extra food to keep them all happy…
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