Blue-eyed tomcat in silver tabby coat
He simply stood and stared, as if I knew
Not much to really decipher, I guess
A silent, staring cat – wants to be fed?
I always had extra pet food dishes
Almost forgot about Irene’s wafer
I crumble it up into the dry food

Before she left to visit family
Irene gave me a wafer for my guest
“Now this is for the uninvited guest!
Who will come visit you on Christmas Eve.”
Not being Catholic, I took her word
It was getting late, almost Christmas Day
She said nothing about his outer looks

So he’s a cat wearing a tabby coat?
An angel of God, she told me later
Said he would look like us, not like a cat!
How does she know he was not an angel?
My self-image is often a tabby
Besides God loves endless variety
Don’t Catholic priests bless the animals?