Bad Whiskey!

He winds around my outstretched legs,
A saunter to his stride,
Tail a-twitching in the air,
With typical cat pride.

Whiskey has been missing hours,
We've called and yelled outside,
And when we told my younger cousin,
That he was gone - he cried.

And suddenly Whiskey is back!
Swaggering in, no care,
As if he owns the house and more,
Fixing us with his stare.

Now he's demanding cat food,
Meowing LOUD at me,
Well next time, you old codger,
If you stay out... We'll see...