A Cat's Life

Poem about how cats act~Entry for Contest

He walks around like he owns the place
Brown except for the white on his face

He loves his catnip so bright and green
Every time he eats it he turns so mean

He loves his ball made of fuzzy red yarn
He had found it outside in the old barn

He tells me what time he wants to be fed
Let's me know when I can pet his head

He acts like he is the king of the house
Funny thing is, he's scared of a mouse

Likes to be lazy, and watches outside
Going to the vet is never a good ride

He may be fickle and set in his ways
It doesn't matter he's loved anyways

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