Go Back Home, Jack

Recently we took in a cat, Jack, from a friend who became too ill to care for him. With two well established cats in the house, Chloe and Star, the inclusion of this much younger cat took some adjustments. This poem is written in the rhythm (somewhat) of the Ray Charles tune, Hit the Road, Jack.

Go back home, Jack
Go back to where you belong
meow, meow, meow
Go back home, Jack
Go back to where you belong

Oh, Chloe, oh Chloe come on let’s play
We’ll have fun if we play all day
I belong right here right now
Get used to it, Chloe
meow, meow

Your paws are too big and you eat my food
I used to be Queen, then you changed my mood

But they love me here, I just like to play
I won’t eat your food, got my own anyway

Go back home, Jack
Go back to where you belong
meow, meow, meow
Go back home, Jack
Go back to where you belong

They won’t send me away so we might as well play
Can’t do that, Jack, I’m too tired today
I’m really quite fine if you give me a chance
Stay if you want but expect no romance

We can get along, girl, I’ll give you no flack
meow, meow, meow, meow
Since they seem to like you, I’ll cut you some slack
meow, meow, meow, meow

Maybe we’ll play when you’re in the mood
And maybe one day we can share our food

You’re at home, Jack
So now you can just relax
meow, meow, meow
You’re at home, Jack
So you can relax at home

Here’s a version of Ray Charles playing his Hit the Road, Jack from 1961.

Graphic is a watercolor and ink drawing of Jack that I made for his first “momma”.



17 thoughts on “Go Back Home, Jack

  1. Delightful! Since we brought in the 2nd dog (young rambunctious Labrador void of prior contact with cats) our younger cat (now 4 yrs) is no longer “new kid on the block” and she has taken it upon herself to thwart the younger, newer member of our eclectic clan – she teases, hisses, parades in front of that long sensitive nose giving good whiffs of her “superior” essence. It’s comical to watch, but I do hope it’ll settle down! Cat’s message is indeed “Go home” but as in your case, this now IS home (complete with burden of being the newcomer). We humans intervene now and then but mostly grin and bear it – older Labrador and older cat close their eyes and take naps …

    Next eruption I’ll read (sing?) your poem to my muscle-flexing feline!

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