One Fat Cat

Once there was a cat.

This cat was fat.

She had no tail,

A piece was missing from her ear.

She liked to purr,

She liked to sleep,

But mostly she liked to eat.

She would eat anything.

An ice cream sandwich,

Toast with jam,

And snap down a piece of ham.

Her claws she kept clean,

Her white paws pristine.

With a limp she walked,

She had lost her tail and speed in an accident years before,

Covered in brown, black, and tan patches,

A mouse could run past.

He would know that her stamina didn't last.

She would rather sleep.

If the door opened and her humans could come out to see her,

She'd run and meow with delight.

She'd croon and purr with all her might,

If a hand her human would extend.

Yes, she was one happy cat.

Her domain was the garage and her humans' hearts.

With a sad farewell did they depart,

Now she lives with new humans,

Who love their fat cat.

She had no tail,

A piece was missing from her ear.

She liked to purr,

She liked to sleep,

But mostly she liked to eat.

Long live one fat cat!

(We miss you, Sweety!)