Jingle
I can hear my cat running
so I can tell when he is coming
He has a collar with a bell
and this story I will tell
He has a little nickname
a Native American surname
It's Little Chief Big Paw
though it is a tiny claw
He acts comparable to a wild cat
from the jungle or somewhere similar to that
He rarely makes a verbal sound
even when he's laying upside down
When his daddy goes outside
that's when he meows and will cry
His dad meaning my husband
while I'm his mommy Angie as you've read
You'd regard him as a Bengal
except when you hear that little jingle
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2020
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