The After Dinner Question

The After Dinner Question

It’s at parties with friends, if I’ve not before mentioned,
After dinner, I will pose this most impertinent question, stating; 

“May I presume to say, if politely permissable,
That giving cats food serves to make them invisible

“Before meals, our cat’s alarming, howling ‘Meow meow meow,’
As if he’s hungry enough he could eat a whole cow

“Pick a can, pull a tab, smells so good, fork’ in bowl,
Watching him gulp it down, ‘snack snack snack,’ -  never old

“Once he’s done, once it’s gone, once it’s all in his gut
He walks off, silently, watch his britches and butt

    “As he fades away below his tail, curved,
        a disapparating question mark above
           that final feline pink period dot

“For sure I don’t know, though I probably ought to,
It may be just because I don’t know where he’s got too

“He has shelves, secret caves, an assortment of boxes,
I’ve found fur, sealed in drawers, where I keep my clean socks in

“Not a hair nor a whisker, even under the mattress
For long hours not a trace, one would think we were catless

“Until that alarm all cats have in their stomachs chimes sublime,
  And he’s apparent again, and howling –
‘Yeowl!’
   Meaning ‘Kitty Supper-Time!’”