Robert Burns

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

saved from the clutches and jaws of the cats this morning

a breakfast of mature cheddar and some porridge oats then released back into the wild to be once again pursued and traumatised by said cats