Mortal Kitkat

I do love my cat She cuddles on my lap But throws up on my hat What am I to do with that? She leaves her fuzz where she sat Likes to do paw paws for a pat Waits for me at the door mat Passes up the best sprat. Such a fussy one but not a brat Comes in when called, does not scat Melts in my arms and chews the fat She is a definite aristocrat Sometimes puts up a spat I always lose in mortal kombat…. Let’s leave it at that