A Cat, a Hat, a Goat and a Boat

For the love a cat...she would eat her hat She would marry a goat...and go to sea with no boat She would gladly forsake...any human handshake! but for a ball of pure fuzz...her own head she would buzz Not to cut this too short...but no last resort would be too much or too great for her furry soul mates So keep smart and tread light...her cats hide out of sight When crossing her room...pounces wait in the gloom There is no point in counting...the fur balls are mounting So get ready to sneeze...but still say " Yes please!" when offered a cat...who is ever so fat Her dedication is pleasing...but not so much when you are wheezing Still...never berate her ...for getting there later for she simply must groom...and over each kitty swoon and as fur fills the air...she simply won't care she will just go on preening...till your lint brush ...has meaning Written for the Crazy Cat lady contest