Sam I Am

Saved from the filth and flea infested streets of Sadadell

My mother killed on the side tracks of the road

Our saviour took us to a place of higher planes

Tinky, my deranged sister, and I were taken to a home of an unsuspecting owner

She became our beloved guardian and friend

We lived in a Barcelona high rise, with a flea not in sight

For three long years we had watched the world go by from the faceless facade

Not once did we feel the rain nor the earth beneath our paws

My guardian fed me well and flourished me with much love

Yet my feline soul felt betrayed

My greatest triumph was a blue bottle, caught and devoured. Yuk!

But what choice did we have? Imprisoned within the four walls, flies were welcomed distraction and provided some abstraction

Off we went on a long journey by road and crossed the British Channel

To Twickenham we came, paradise of which, a cat like me, from the streets of Sabadell, can only dream

Trees to climb, fences to mount, window ledges to launch from, sheds to conceal my ambushes. What a warrior I am.

My prey has increased considerably in size; those flies which were once my day’s work have all but disappeared from sight

My new playmates, Moggy and Hamish, are full of fun until they steal my meal

I don’t care for there’s plenty for all

During the darkness of the night, foxes come and forage

They’re scared off me and so it’s okay

What more could a cat like me ask for?

Now I dream of a two legged plump wood pigeon

Now Sam, I, truly, Am