The storm was brewing

On that Saturday night

That's when the little ginger kitten took to flight

He ran and ran in the rain

Trying to get away from the thunder and pain

He lost his way and into harms way

The unfriendly cat did not bid him stay

Instead it happened what he most dread

He was assaulted rather than offered a bed

The big tom saw him as a threat

He wished him away and rather dead

He ran into my arms and away from fear

I warned mister brown not to come near

I took him in and gave him shelter

I Pacified Tommy and gave him dinner

The little ginger puffs was far from a sinner

It took seventy-two hours to solve the story

Along came his mistress in all her glory

She claimed the little soul and took him away

No more in my arms to play

My door is open and his foods on the stove

That is only if little ginger puffs decides to rove