Al Queda, the Insensitive, inhouse,resident Cat

Then there was Al Queda
The insensitive, in-house, resident cat
Who, chased by a dog at least two feet tall,
Found itself vertically spread-eagled
On a rug mat suspended in Polly’s front hall.
Oh why did he take that treacherous trail
With such unwavering pace?
And why did he chance his fragile paw
To confront the brute-whisker to hairy face?
These were the thoughts of the delectable Poll
As she daintily tripped through the length of her hall
And who, with shock and surprise, was heard to cry,
“Al Queda! Get down!. Get down from that bloody wall!
Singularly scared to his sensitive core,
Al Queda, felt that it was time to go,
So with the consummate skills of a circus artiste,
He landed on the back of the waiting beast.
With claws dug deep in the sad creature’s hide
The dog, the cat, set off on a hell bound ride.