A Cat Tale

There lays a ‘mouse’ upon the floor And to our cat it’s so much more Handmade of yarn, with cotton ball A long string tail, and that’s not all. It’s so light weight, fly’s in the air She bats it round without a care And carries it from room to room But then one day it met its doom… It disappeared ‘neath a cabinet Nor did she know just where it went She’d other toys, store bought was fine But for her yarn mouse she did whine. Even a real mouse would not do She thought her days of playing thru So, on the floor with bended knees I’d search for her mouse, “Find it please! Her antics always brought a grin When e’re her playtime would begin She played with it all o’re the house And loved her little yellow mouse. But once again it would be lost And I must find it at all cost! The best part of this game for her… To see me on the floor…and purr!