I’m not an underdog,

I started under that,

More like an undercat!

Raised by an alley,

Fighting for scraps.

A water bowl full,

Left out by the Cook,

I had more than enough,

If I knew where to look.

I was lean,

I was mean,

With the sleekest of fur,

An no one would dream,

Of hearing me purr.

So I left,

For new pavement,

Warmed up by the sun,

Hating the feline that I had become.

I made it out the alley,

But some nights I go back,

To say hi to the Cook,

And lend a paw to a cat.