Charlie was an indoor cat,
Afraid of the outdoors.
Terrified of thunder claps
And loudly slamming doors.
Spooked by ants when they’d come in
And swarm like a dark cloud,
Petrified of Aunt Bernice
(But in fairness, she is loud)...
The mice would laugh at Charlie Cat.
Getting past him was a breeze.
Charlie hid away from them
As they took their cheese.
Poor Charlie Cat was scared of lights,
But more afraid of night.
And a garbage truck driving by
Would give an awful fright.
The mirror image, when he walked by,
Would hiss and arch its back.
Charlie feared so many things,
Nobody could keep track.
But we all have faults and make mistakes.
And while Charlie wasn’t brave,
He had many other qualities
That made his owners rave.
He was sweet and kind and loving
To all who came around.
He’d let the children pet him
And make his purring sound.
And what about those mean, old mice?
Charlie worried never more.
So who’s in charge of evicting them?
That’s what the dog is for!