A Pussy Cat Speaks- Paulette-1

I am a little tabby pussy cat, my master dearly calls me 'Paulette' I chase the ugly rat that comes to gnaw at my master's hat On my face I have pointed whiskers, but nothing as those of the tuskers With ears sharp I catch all whispers, have claws as piercing as pincers I am my master’s pet, he often pats me calling me 'cute little Paulette' But my master’s jealous dog, 'Tiger' is my enemy , that I always forget Once, in pitch darkness, as I was roaming freely, saw a pair of gleaming eyes Never knew, 'Tiger' would jump upon me in ambush and attack me fierce Badly hurt, when I meowed aloud, my master came flying like a bullet In anguish he cried, “What harm has been done to you, my poor Paulette?” Poetry Contest- Paulette-1 Sponsor - Julia Ward