"A dog would have been a different thing,A big gruff dog with slashing jaws..."
"Better have left him with a fair-sized rat!But what they did was leave him with a cat."
"They should not have left him there alone,Alone that is except for the cat.He was only nine, not old enoughTo be left alone in a basement flat,Alone, that is, except for the cat."
But the boy, quick too, slammed fast the door:The cat, half-through, was cracked like a nutAnd the soft black thud was dumped on the floor.Then the boy was suddenly terrifiedAnd he bit his knuckles and cried and cried;
Crooning dark warmth: he loathed all that.So he took Daddy's stick and he hit the cat.
"...In the dust and dark beneath the couch,And he followed the grin on his new-made face,A wide-eyed, frightened snarl of a grin,And he took the stick and he thrust it in..."
Hard and quick in the furry dark.The black fur squealed and he felt his skinPrickle with sparks of dry delight.Then the cat again came into sight,Shot for the door that wasn't quite shut,
There'll not be a corner for the boy to hideWhen the cupboard swells and all sides splitAnd the huge black cat pads out of it.