Kitty
We had a kitty with three kinds of spots,
They were black, orange with pretty white socks;
Titty Von Tittzenburg was her name,
But Titty the Kitty was her fame.
A house is not home with no pussy cat,
One that curls up on a rug or a mat.
She looked older than her seven years,
But loved someone scratching behind her ears;
She'd swirl back and forth with a yearning wish,
Meowing loudly for a plate of fish.
She's got nine lives and will live forever,
As she stalks the house looking so clever;
Looking for mice is her favorite game,
And the mice she finds are never the same.
She has to take them outside to eat,
And when done all that's left is a tail and the feet,
Then sitting with a smile on satisfied lips,
She stalks off with a swaying of hips.
But best of all is when she curls up to purr,
Then I snuggle up to cuddle with her.
For Francine's Pick a Pet Contest.
July 7, 2011
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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