Something terrible has happened - Harry’s run away

We're beside ourselves with worry, praying he’s ok

We thought that he was ready to go outside and play

But he shot off like a rocket. Oh what a rotten day!

 

I wish I hadn’t let him out, kept him safe inside

He doesn’t know the area, he must be terrified

We searched the garden high and low and all the nearby streets

We called his name for hours on end, we shook his box of treats

 

We messaged all our neighbours, we called the local vet

We’re trying not to give up hope but everyone’s upset

And now it’s getting dark outside, wherever can he be?

Is he hiding in a bush somewhere or stuck up in a tree?

 

Suddenly I heard a noise, as faint as faint could be

Was it my imagination? I called him hopefully

Then there he was, as bold as brass, strutting through the door

Rubbing up against my leg - the cat I now adore

 

‘Til now I hadn’t realised quite how much I care

To me he was a nuisance, just a fluffy ball of hair

When I thought that we had lost him though, I was in despair

Inconsolable, distraught, it was a nightmare

 

I didn’t understand before why people loved their cats

(Crazy cat ladies, to me, were all as mad as bats!)

But this pesky pussy cat has turned our house into a home

And I’ve become a lady with Crazy Cat Syndrome