A plate of fish, a cosy lap,

Perhaps a lick of cream,

To sit and purr before the fire,

Well, even cats can dream!

I've never had a proper home,

No door has opened wide,

O friendly voice called out to me,

"Come on puss, come inside."



But now maybe I've found a friend;

Though I'm not really sure,

I dare not eat the food she brings,

Until she's closed the door.

But there's a nice big wooden box,

Put just inside the shed,

With cosy blanket tucked well in,

To make a lovely bed.



Tomorrow I shall take a chance,

(She seems so nice and kind)

To get myself inside that door

And leave the dark behind.

That friendly fire I'll sit beside,

My lonely days all past,

A real belonging cat I'll be,

And have a home at least.

But there are other lonely one,

Who ask themselves "Why me?"

If only they would have my luck

Real Christmas it would be.