feeding stray-- who me?

Don't even think about suggesting that I would feed a stray cat.
Not unless he looks really skinny.
And is very polite.
And seems to have taken to my cats.
Not unless I remember that the person who was feeding him died three
months ago, and that's why I remember seeing him around before, looking
like he belonged somewhere. Do you suppose my cats told him about our
place?

And don't think I'd name a stray cat either.
Unless I called him BadCat, or SandyCat, or other non-people names.

Or talk to him, while I'm putting out a bowl of food.

(Hey, wait a minute, what food?)

He really is a good-looking cat, with the same golden eyes as my Jona.
He could even be her father.

By the way, his name is Romeo, because he sings under our window.

Cantate