My Cat

I loved my cat. She was a brat. Never used the doormat. Never would wear a hat. Some people thought that she was fat. Once she chased a rat. Even tried to catch a bat. She was good about covering her scat. She didn’t have a face that was flat, like a Persian cat Now she lays in the road and is flat. She met with a truck and went splat. Swatting away at an annoying gnat, I sadly write her epitaph.