My cat is gray,
My cat is gay.
No matter what you say,
My cat has been spayed.
Other cats she does not know,
Because she's never been outside on show.
She doesn't like strangers,
She runs and hides under the hangers,
She thinks no one can see her.
She sits on my desk,
watching my pen do it's text.
On it she would love to pounce,
But she knows I would make her bounce.
She sleeps most of the day,
At night she prowls all the way.
When she thinks it's time for me to wake,
She pounces and gives me a belly ache.
She sits on the window table looking outside,
And I can surmise the birds she has spied.
She gets all excited in her demise,
Because the window tells her lies.
If you cannot deduce this,
Then the problem you do miss.
She's not very attentive,
For she's very independent.
But I know she cares,
Because I see that she's in awares.
My cat is not bold,
And she's not even old.
My cat is very lazy,
She doesn't care for hanky-panky.
There's all sorts of cat toys on the floor,
But she treats them as if they're a boor.
My cat leaves her fur
All over the furniture.
No matter how much I dust,
Her fur is there from dawn to dusk.
I could tell you alot more of my story,
But I wouldn't want you to worry.
I am not complaining about my cat,
I love her and that is that.
All my children are grown,
And have children of their own.
Now my cat is my child,
Never mind that she's a bit wild.
No matter what my cat does,
Or whatever God's plan was,
For I love her and she loves me,
My Darling cat, Sharlee.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - 2001)
