I’m a very small cat.
I’m asleep on the mat
and I dream with my whiskers a-twitching.
But here on the floor
the click-click of the door
makes me ask – what’s outside of this kitchen?

So I rise to my feet
that are rounded and neat
and I yawn and I stand here a-stretching;
one leg then another,
strop claws on a cover;
they have to be purrfectly fetching.

Now open this door!
I reach with my paw
But I’m not tall enough for the bolt-slide.
Perhaps if I  miaow
You would demonstrate how
I can change the inside for the outside?

Ah – thank you for that.
I will stand on the mat
and smell the wet breeze of the morning
Please don’t give me a hand!
I’m quite happy to stand
with my eyes, ears and nostrils absorbing.

The garden’s still there,
but I’ll stand here and stare
till I’ve checked all is well on the outside.
I'm happy with that.
I’ll return to the mat
and resume my warm sleep by the fireside.

So I curl in a ball
and I make myself small
for I’ve settled my mind of all doubt.
But I open one eye
and I utter a sigh:
Won’t you shut the door now I’ve looked out?