In response to Brad Andres and the ode to the roaming cat.
Thank you Brad for airing your concerns in rhyme:
Now I’ll take the opposite position in kind.
Sending cat complaints with calls, letters and faxes;
We’ve bigger fish to fry. Like photo radar and taxes.
Cats are a pain when burying feces;
But that’s the nature of that particular species.
I too have cats that roam my backyard unfettered;
They leave me presents, and leave my garden unbettered.
As far as tramped seedlings, and dying birds go;
That seems overblown, that much we all know.
Having cats leave their droppings in hastily made holes;
Is better than dealing with mice, weevils and voles.
I see lots of letters with pictures on poles;
Detailing descriptions of cats leaving holes.
I’ll bring this poem to a merciful end;
By saying that pest might be some child’s best friend.
Rick Owen, St. Albert
