Caticus Cat was fatter then that
A moggy from old london town
Though surrounded by clutter
He'd stroll through the gutter
For scraps that were dropped on the ground
He'd swagger along, all furry and strong
With whiskers as sharp as barbed wire
With his tail held up high
He'd ignore passers by
With a look that said 'Don't even try'
Not your everyday pet, and he hated the vet
But a king among cats none the less
He'd sleep most the day
Though he would sometimes play
Or sing to the moon to impress
Both ginger and grey, with a few scars they say
Round his ears, one bent almost flat
This camouflage colour
Couldn't get to much duller
Though it blends in well with his moth eaten mat
He's a lovable rogue, at least so I'm told
As for stroking, perhaps better not
He looks all at ease
when not scratching for fleas
Or he could scratch you from bottom to top.
Graham Jones
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