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
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