The whole time I read this -- rather small -- piece, I'm seeing just as much as you describe and it's pretty impressive. I see the cat in my eyes, yet I feel the presence right beside me. I feel as if I'm standing in a dark alley-way, watching the cat dig through rubble and meow in hunger -- and also, I can find the meaning through it.
It's symbolic yet literal, I like it.
I can't tell if there's anything wrong with it, because I've found that writing is what you make of it. Styles vary, and no one's to say how a style should go. I like your pattern, so thank you. No grammar issues as far as I can see, either.
And I would. All things/beings need love, regardless of their place, position or status in the universe. Seems easier, however, to love the humble, the suffering, the poor (for me, anyway). They've been left out of the social graces...and are in need of empathy and compassion...which I have been blessed with in abundance. Poor, poor kitty. I'd feed begging eyes...and love his frayed, wrecked fur. This was a treat of a write. I didn't get lost at the first few stanza's as I often do (at no fault to the writer...I think my eyes have more ADHD than the rest of me). This drew me to the end...and brought me here where I felt like I needed to give you a morsel...perhaps because your words were begging? hahaha Thanks for sharing. :) ~K~