I am a fat cat. I swallowed a rat.
I also ate too much for dinner.
If I were a she,
I must agree,
I would be both, cuter and thinner.
We went to a vet, a doc she’d just met.
He promised to make her cat leaner.
To cut off my—you know…
(It’s just the last straw!)
I would be still too fat, but meaner.
Don’t ever toy with a tomcat’s joy.
Not if you’re a pirate from Somalia…
Don’t be a fool,
remember the rule:
Don’t even touch cat’s regalia.
I had a very fat cat, he'd run from a rat. He was a 'fraidy cat. Course he wasn't a time cat, just lazy ol' thing. I love your take on an animal's view.
When my youngest daughter was about eight years old, someone we knew got a vasectomy. Drawing her conclusions about the event from whispered conversation unintended for her ears, she concluded he had
been castrated. When she was ten, she brought her knowledge up in casual conversation. Imagine her relief (on behalf of the entire male gender) when we explained the true nature of the proceedure. She didn't think anyone should have to go through...that!
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I had a very fat cat, he'd run from a rat. He was a 'fraidy cat. Course he wasn't a time cat, just lazy ol' thing. I love your take on an animal's view.
Mary
Regis
Anna
been castrated. When she was ten, she brought her knowledge up in casual conversation. Imagine her relief (on behalf of the entire male gender) when we explained the true nature of the proceedure. She didn't think anyone should have to go through...that!
In Spirit,
Bear
Ha ha..enjoyed this little poem!
Many blessings,
~Linda