The Man with 1001 Cats

There once was a man who owned an orange cat,
But little did he know that that was not that!
His little orange cat was a female, you see,
And when she was out, she would look for a he.

She hung out near dumpsters and walked along fences
And let out loud yowls that racked human senses.
She would do all of this each night no matter what,
And the man never knew that his cat was a slut.

Then one day the man thought he heard a sound!
A sound, so profound, he began to look around.
There!  On the porch!  Snuggled up as warm as mittens
Were his orange cat and five others; his cat had had kittens!

They were adorable little things, from their noses to their tails,
Each was orange with black stripes; three girls and two males.
Looking at them there, he knew he’d keep them, every one,
Or at least until the mom’s job of nursing was done.

So as the months went by, the man raised and loved each pet,
But being naïve as he was, not a one saw the vet.
So when the nursing was done, and the mommy cat was ready,
She gave birth to six more cats, at a rate very steady.

So the weeks kept going by, and my! Hadn’t the first litter grown!
They were even old enough now to have kittens of their own!
So they did, many times, and many a time after that,
And soon you couldn’t walk without stepping on a cat.

There were gray ones and orange ones and a white one or two,
And soon the man felt just what it’s like to run a zoo.
“This is crazy!” the man yelled, but no one could hear,
Since he was drowning in cats, with fur up to his ear!

When he died, someone counted, and when they were finally done
The cause of death, they said, was cats: totaling a thousand and one!
So remember, although kittens and puppies may be cuter,
When it comes to cats and dogs: always spay and neuter.