The Would-Be-Pussycat

In Norway there’s a woman who

Believes she is a cat; in fact,

What is it that she wants to do?

But as a cat she tries to act!

Until she was around sixteen

Nobody knew she was a puss,

But seeing what it had to mean

She made it be more obvious.

She walks about upon all fours;

Instead of talking she meows.

And, if she’s in- or out-of-doors,

She scampers after any mouse.

As mice she has the craving for,

(Yet, being slow upon her feet),

She didn’t catch a mouse before

But if she did she says she’d eat.

Of cat’s ears she has got a pair

On her head added to her own—

So which pair is it does she wear

When she talks on a telephone?

Her palms are also padded by

A plush addition she has got 

To sneak up on one on the sly

(In order to be noticed not!)

I don’t know how exactly she

Can integrate this in her life,

And how she can expect to be

A person’s lover or his wife;

Nor can I fathom how she goes

Around about the “everyday”,

Considering she can’t be close

To live a normal kind of way;

She’s seeking a solution though,

Together with her therapist,

Despite the fact she doesn’t know

That any problem does exist;

Should she be positive about

Just where it is she may be at

She probably will work it out,

To find out she’s no pussycat.