Fluffy
 by Joel B. Kirkpatrick

 Fluffy… was… a calico cat…
 She loved to curl up… in my cowboy hat…
 Though she thought that was fine,
 The hat… it was mine.
 And I always… found cat hair inside.

Now Fluffy… had… the run of the house…
 She ate from her dish… but never a mouse…
 It seems she was scared… and hadn’t a clue,
 Of what a house cat… was supposed to do.
 And I always… took this in stride.

 But one day… on… my chair as I sat…
 I said to Miss Fluffy… Are you a mouse or a cat…?
 For out on the floor… a gray mouse did run,
 So I thought that I might… just have some fun.
 Miss Fluffy… decided to hide.

 I grabbed the fly swatter… and as I began…
 To sneak oh so quietly… the ‘mousiee’ she ran…
 As I swatted all over… the living room floor,
 Miss Fluffy peeped out… through a crack in the door.
 Yes, Fluffy… was my joy and pride.

 Well this I must say… The mouse got away…
 Miss Fluffy… was in no mood to play…
 So I went to my chair… and as soon as I sat,
 She was up on the table… and back in my hat.
 And I always… found cat hair inside.