The nine lives

Nine lives…!

It saw its food in the bowl,
Its face turned into a scowl;

There was a fat plump fowl,
Sitting on top of the cowl;

Joy appeared on its jowl,
It wished to give out a howl;

It felt as wise as an owl,
And set out with a growl;

Like its cousin on its prowl,
Oh! It rough landed with a yowl.