Flying Munchkin My Cat

My flying Munchkin was such a fluffy sweet cat. A baby in arms who grew quite wide and quite fat. I was attending school and did not notice her fate. Until it was frankly too far gone, I was too late. She had five kittens, all bundles of yellow and gray joy. There were four little girl meow-ers and one tiny boy. A tomcat took off with one of the girls one day in his mouth. Munchkin gave chase, taking her back. He ran off to the south. She was a fine mama who was territorial and quick. Loving her babies each and every day through eyesight quite thick. Oh, did I forget to tell you about the flying part of this cat? She could fly to cathedral towers, with barely a pit pat. Anyway, I think that’s how she got up there, cause quick as we speak. She'd be ninety feet in the air, on a steeple or sweet mountain peak. We never did see her wings, but she was an angel to those kittens. We kept the little boy, whom we named Smarty Pants Big Boy Mittens.