How Many Meows In A Box?

Returning home from work place misery,
as I round my parked car, and stagger to the front door,
a stray cat with a tail like a fur-lined lamp post
sashays pass me like a Las Vegas hooker

I try to shoo it away, but instead she rubs up against my leg
What cruel human abandoned this calico wonder at my doorstep?
Cat, you have a problem, I don't believe in housing hairy creatures.
Call I Animal Control, practitioners of final solutions.

On the other hand, maybe just maybe I can use her.
You see, a rat has invaded my kitchen.
Two days ago, I spotted it, huffing and puffing
struggling to carry an apple towards the chimney.

"Tell you what, Cat, room and board
in exchange for use of fangs and claws."
A win-win deal for Cat and me. Even the squirrels head for cover.
Make no mistake about it, squirrels are tree rats but of higher intelligence.

In January, the weather turns colder.
So, I move Cat from drafty kitchen to warmer quarters.
However, as with human daughters,
Pussy, sadly gets pregnant.

Damn, how many meows in a litter?
This puts me to think again of the merciful exit option.
Call I, Animal Control, practitioners of "no choice"
for 4-legged people?

It is said that cats have psychic abilities.
Tonight, when I get back from work I'll call Animal Control
But just as I round my parked car Lady Terminator greets me at the driveway,
flag pole-tail standing tall

This time, She has in her choppers a rodent more cuddly than rats,
as if to underscore; "The Rat may be gone, Chump,
but you still have 5oo chipmunks
in and about the castle grounds"