He's not my
cat,
He's spoiled and fat,
Belongs to my mom,
So I'll get that Cat!
He stands too tall
To run from me,
His gold eyes pry
Into my psyche.
Six inches high,
Eight inches wide,
21 pounds of
Fur and hide.
She spoils him more
Than she did me,
I'll get that Cat
And soon he'll see.
A discount squirt gun
Two feet long
Shoots 50 feet -
He'll change his song!
I'll get that Cat,
He'll know in time
That I'm the boss
Of his furry hide.
He'll take the smirk
Off his furry face,
Those piercing eyes
Will know their place.
I'll get that Cat
And when I do,
I'll pick him up
And spoil him too!
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Songbird Cindy Tilkens, October 2000
To order Songbird's
CDs and tapes (and hear selected songs), please visit her web site
at http://www.songbirdcindy.com.
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