An Ode to a Cat

So one of the other Blog Jam members was talking about animals and how they have their own clock. Let me tell you about ONE of mine (there are 4 altogether, if you count my daughter).

An Ode to a Cat

Our cat, is such a fat cat that
We can't do anything but think that
This cat is hungry all day through
There isn't anything else to do!

At 5 o'clock in the early morning
She's at our bedroom door warning
That she has not yet been fed
And it's time for us to get out of bed

First it's run up and down the stairs
Meowing loudly without care
"Footth footth footth" is how it goes
She is persistent she soon shows

It's the sound of her front feet on the door
And it can go on and on without much chore
You see there is only one thing she wants
And that is dinner, breakfast, lunch

Should she sneak in, it's even worse
She'll lick, lick, lick..it's such a curse
A plastic bag is her tool of choice
It's like squeezing my balls in a joist

All and all it's just plain true
There's nothing else for us to do
Throw a pillow, scream out loud
Or feed that cat...it'll make her proud.

So there you have it, with help from the Mrs. Mad Hatter, because she's good at the whole rhyming thing. I guess everyone has some kind of clock.