Tippy, My Spoiled Brat Cat

I have a certain cat, Who's such a spoiled brat Tippy is his name, And eating is his game He whines early each day, As in my bed asleep I lay His loud purring in my ear, Is all that I can ever hear He's always wanting more, Of his dinner for me to pour, In to his silver food dish, So he can eat it with great relish Next, he wants to chase his ball, To and fro down my hall Then finally, he likes to take a nap, While being curled up in my lap