My cat

My cat

My cat is too fat but he doesn’t know that
He eats food like a pig or a sow
But I think he’s a cat ‘cos the noises he makes
Don’t sound like an ‘oink’ but a ‘meow’

He goes out at night when there’s little daylight
Perhaps he thinks he’s an owl or a bat
But once out in the night he does his job right
And leaves mice for me dead on my mat

Very often he sleeps on the mat by the fire
Then he snuffles and snorts and he’ll cough
And he runs to his plate as soon as he wakes
To gulp food like a pig at a trough

But I know he’s a cat and because he’s so fat
He’s well covered in thick tabby fur
When he feels in the mood he’ll jump up on my lap
I stroke him, he’ll stretch and then purr.

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