There once was a cat from Indy City.
In tux, was one spunky kitty.
Runs for toy mice left and right.
Squirrels and birds, he will fight.
Whiskas in his procelain dish of green.
Stinkiest litter you've ever seen.
Midday is a nap in his favorite bed.
Wakes up to tiny scratches of his head.
In the end, he's happy and will purr.
As Brad pets he's shiny fur.
Best pet there ever will be
Even though he's vulnerable to tick and flea.
Oh boy, the tuxedos are taking over... i just want to point out that I have a friend who is a non-Indy-Paw (lives in another city) and the cat's NAME is Haiku. I think that cat wins the poetry contest.
Yogi on Jul 06 at 03:35 PM