the black cat

The black cat

The last of the brood I feed

Many cats gone away for good

The latest was Comel

He senses Comel was gone

Now he hangs around at the main door

Waiting for his food in the morning

Knowing there was no Comel

He brings along his female cat

I dubbed her the naughty one

She uses to scratch the main door

She gets spraying with water

The two have become love birds

The pair seems together all the times

The naughty cat will keep following

The black cat remains cool all the times

Sometimes I observe the black cat ignores her

He runs after another older female cat

Leaving the naughty cat alone to watch

A cat without heart until a time for it

The black cat the final of the group

The last from the batch I feed

Now he becomes a bit naughty

Believing he is the final one to stay