Now Katy cat is very sweet
But alas not meek
Upon my tea time table she is sat
And that is that
If I ask you round for tea
There might just be a flea
In your cup or on your knee
She likes to sit up high it seems
Where she can dream
To chase a mouse
Around the house
Catch a bird
It’s often heard
Her paws are tucked in
That is the thing
That these subtle cats can do
So whilst a lovely bed is here for you
Katy dear
Have no fear
On other comfy places she has a mind
To find
And plonk herself there
Without a care
So Katy cat lets all rejoice
With a voice
To say
Hey!
I’m sat here
And that is it me dear
I’ll stay until it’s time for tea
Then see what treats are in store for me
Then I’ll prowl the garden
It is a jungle for sure
As I peep out the door
A cats life is a luxury
If you have a mum like me
Of course!
Rosy’s Prose 