Ode to the guy who stole our cat

Ode to the guy who stole our cat:

Hey! Guy! Around the block.
You stole our cat, whose name is Doc.

When my 9 year old confronted you, you said it wasn't true.
But our cat has only  1/2 an ear, is it coincidence that yours does too?

He was all alone in Oregon, so we took him into our home.
But when we moved to Laramie, he must have went on a roam.

We checked the shelter every day in hopes of finding him.
But time went by and before to long those hopes became more dim.

My girls,  they cried every night before they went to bed
I tried to soothe them and make it right and said " he must be dead"

So when my kid was riding her bike around our little block
Who does she see lounging in the sun? Our "presumed dead" kitty Doc!

She asked " hey mister, where did you get this cat?"
You said "at the shelter from the guy in the little hat"

How could you lie to a little girl like that?
There is no guy at the shelter who wears a little hat like that!

You tried to trick us, give him a collar so we wouldn't see
Then you gave him a new stupid name. What kind of name is Mr. E?

Doc does look fat and happy, but not happier then before
I am pretty sure he would still like our kids better then he likes yours

So I guess I will let you keep him, since you don't seem to be on crack
But mister, if we ever leave this town, I wont hesitate to steal him back!