The cat waiting for a mouse

Oh,  Oh,ginger cat you make your parents wince
As they watch you from the window  of their home
Why not go inside and eat their mince?

These  humans who have let you stay a dunce
And let you sleep upon  a cushion foam
Oh,Ginger you are making Mike and his wife wince

You sensed their home was warm and smelled of quince
And yet you hunt for birds and often roam
Why not go  and purr and eat sweet mince?

Adoption is a treasure fit for prince
And yet you  never write them a short poem
Oh, ginger cat you make your parents wince

Do not wash your whiskers and not rinse,
Conditioner makes your coat  get a good shine
So why not go inside and eat cat mince?

It’s hard to  draw correct cross species lines
And though you are a cat, you seem to  reign,
Oh, ginger cat, you give your parents  angst
Why not go to  town and rob a bank?