The first time I saw the Sarge he was with a bunch of humans who looked a lot like this.
They were what people call “homeless.”
Being homeless myself, I figured I’d fit right in.
This thing I saw in Central Park and never want to see again.
I almost ended up as his breakfast.
Humans say New York is full of these things.
But the only rats I ever saw were deceased.
People say a lot of things about New York
that aren’t true.
This looks like the church I was chased out of.
Those humans who tried to catch me never
had a chance. Not with those dresses they
Here’s where I spent the winter as a disciple. It’s called Grand Central. I never actually saw this part of it with people.
Us cats had to wait until they were gone before we could come out.
Here I am in one of the Old Lady’s rooms.
Emily showed me in a cat bed but, in truth,
I was usually on a sofa or a chair.
Farnsworth, the lawyer, sent this over. It’s a sketch for a painting the Old Lady was going to have done. It’s just as well. It makes me look really fat.