Mr Stretchy Cat
Mr. Stretchy Cat elongates himself gladly
He rarely eats food, but he is depressed, sadly.
Unless he stretches out on a pillow of stripes.
That is when his mouth stops making up gripes.
When I see him stretched out, I dare not speak.
He is waiting only for those with a squeak.
Silent in his hunting, he hopes one will wander by.
He is stealthy and sneaky, a truly attractive guy.
Female parade around him wanting his attention.
One followed him home from a Kibble convention.
I can see him through his window in a yoga pose.
Whatever he is thinking only he and God knows.
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