What’s the matter with me!? I’m just a little black cat.
I don’t want to be out here on the streets –
I don’t like having to run away
to avoid being hit by cars!
The only reason I’m here is that
my family just dumped me out here a little while ago
and drove off without a second thought.
Oh, don’t get me wrong: it’s been okay so far –
people have been saying “Hi sweetie!”
and leaving cans of food out for me –
and I’ve always been getting a place to sleep in doorways.
But today, I don’t know what’s going on here –
it’s like I’ve got a disease nobody wants to catch –
people haven’t been leaving food; in fact,
they are doing their best to keep away from me –
some of them are even running away.
Several times today I’ve walked up to a person only to hear:
“Get away! You’re bad luck! Don’t come near me!”
– and here I thought I was giving everyone a bit of joy.
I’ve been going around and around the block all day
getting only nasty looks –
and now I’m starved and exhausted.
What if they do the same to me tomorrow!? I can’t bear it.
Dear God, if you’re there,
please have someone take me home with them
or take me to be with you –
and I do mean now.
Enough is enough – I don’t want to be here anymore.