Um Pardon Me
Um, pardon me, the cowboy said, staring at a mouse.
He had walked into the wrong kind of cat house.
The cats giggled, twitching their whiskers and fur.
Got another one! The oldest feline said with a purr.
She loved it when humans came in all eager, but not pure.
Expecting something totally different for sure.
Free litter boxes and fru fru mattresses Miss Kitty said.
The cowboy turned to leave, and his face turned red.
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