Old Cat

My friend, my oldie fluffy cat

Lives many years in a urban flat;
He mostly sleeps on his soft mat,
Sits on the window-sill at night.

He never saw dogs, mice or rats,

Purrs to the sparrows through the glass;
Sometimes brown squirrel comes to chat
(At early morning) with old cat.

 She brings him acorns, leaves and nuts,

And leaves it on the sill as grants;
Cat smells the gifts with joy, delight,
And meows thanking - he is polite.