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Tippy Toe Cat
Don’t get into anything you cannot reach, mama said, mama said.
Tippy Toe Cat was delighted; she summersaulted landing on her head.
Mama said, “I mean it! I don’t want to come home to find you dead!”
Tippy Toe Cat was astounded, but knew she was going for that bread.
Bread had been sliced and was put into a high up silverware drawer.
He heard Tippy Toe Cat creeping up there, and he kind of swore.
Dang cat! He said. She will eat me up and I will end up as gore.
That is when he heard her sniffing with her whispers and much more.
Tippy Toe Cat was wobblily, and not happy to be working this hard.
Along came an ornery brother Tad who fancied himself a kind of bard.
He began singing opera, his fat tummy shook like freshly made lard.
Frightened wobbling Tippy Toe Cat yelled “Go play out in the yard!”
In a few seconds Tippy Toe Cat had been knocked to the floor.
That stupid yippy neighbor dog had come through her own cat door!
She was as angry as she had ever been and her petootsie was sore.
She yowled and hissed and pinned that stupid dog to the floor.
Her mommy came home and saw the mess and got mad.
Ha-ha thought bread, I am so glad she knows Tippy Toe is bad.
Tippy Toe let the stupid neighborhood dog go, and he was truly glad.
But no bread was eaten by a cat that day, delighting her brother Tad.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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