Sparkatale

Five cats asleep outside on my front porch,

They're all curled up together nice and warm,

Under the the awning, away from all the rain.

I'd set a plate of food for them outside,

And now by night the food, it is all gone.

I'd give the cats some more but they look full,

And I don't want to wake them up right now.

And so for now I'll leave the kittens be.

Five cats asleep outside on my front porch,

One clinging to the plate I'd left for them,

A tabby twitching gently in his sleep,

Another cat is lying by his side,

Two kittens more are kneading mamma's chest,

Oh wait, that's six, I thought I counted five.

Each time I look outside I see one more.

Outside I look, and see some catnip plants.

Five cats awake outside on my front porch,

Five more nearby, they meow at me. Hello.

They meow some more, and try to get inside.

I tell them no, and push them all away.

Except for one, who slips into my house.

I close the door, and pick the kitty up.

He meows at me, just wanting to explore.

The door, they open it, and walk inside.

Ten cats are in my house, walking around,

Though nosy, cautious, making not a sound.

They greet my dog, named Spot, who's quite alarmed.

They're everywhere, I hope they don't get harmed.

I try to catch them all, but they are quick.

They find the kitchen, looking for a fix.

Alas, they find there are no treats there.

They're quite upset, they fix me with a stare.

There's twenty cats now in my house, but how?

I guess I will adjust to having them,

I can't resist their sad and sullen meows.

And now I cater to their every whim.

All those who visit to my house say, "Wow,

You know, these days you're looking pretty slim."

I say, "My cats get all my food right now."

Now forty cats, I welcome all of them.