Large Tomcat Raises Baby T
The large tomcat had a bad attitude most days for sure
But the baby who had been orphaned looked incredibly pure.
The wolves brought her to his door, begged him to take her in.
He saw her tiny pink face, and the baby quiver on her chin.
Okay! He muttered, but I will not like it one tiny bit!
He gave the wolves a scare, throwing a giant tomcat fit.
They backed off and raced back to the woods to howl their glee.
He brought in the basket and frowned at the baby he named T.
Tee loved the tomcat, he was her mom and her dad.
He was her grandparents too, and he was better than bad.
His blustery attitude and his frown mean ways were a cover, you see.
He was soft and empathetic; he did not want anyone to know except T.
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