Mr. Feline

Mr. Feline. Are you feeling fine?
Last time you ate was nine past nine.
Your nose is red and your eyes are low.
If something is wrong, I need to know.

Mr. Feline. Are you feeling fine?
You've landed on your back for the second time.
I know you're not drunk. Our milk is low fat.
But why do you feel heavier on my lap.

Mr. Feline. Are you feeling fine?
I ask you to play but you give me no sign.
Of moving an inch or seeming to care.
You only look at me with that sorrowful stare.

Mr. Feline. Are you feeling fine?
Off to the doc and he nods. You're fine.
You're a pregnant cat and I never knew.
Mrs. Feline. How do you do?

By Al Flemming