Ugly Cat

Ugly Cat We have an ugly cat or it has us That spends hours on a shelf along with dishes Looks like it’s been run over by a bus Did I mention it’s malicious? Kitty sits there with the plates in strict resistance Thinking about how to become more cute It has no clue but contemplates existence As we figure out its longitude and “attitude” Most small creatures are sweet and cuddly Not the case with this feline with its fatal flaws It takes pride in being ugly And with spare time, tearing curtains, climbing walls We haven’t figured out the sex yet, of our pretty-less pet Can’t get too near, it bites and claws our backs It leaves wounds you won’t forget We’re not sure if it wears a dress or real fur of black Ugly cat comes from a questionable lineage We found it howling in an ally with no vitality It stays with us, probably won’t reach old age Lacking looks, will send it to an early grave, a feline fatality 10/08/14 Impress me with a poem (a poem, I haven't read yet) Poetry Contest