J. Price     

 

Eskimew, my neighbor from the north, loves salmon and mice.  
Cool cat’s favorite cat-a-gories are served under ice.

Another neighbor is quite a Cheetah, she loves gin.
No fat cats play with her, she’ll do anything to win.  

The cat house is a scratch-pad, I had to paint it purr-ple
We eat fish from a tin, and pay purr-can. It’s a staple.

My wife and I hiss and make up after we spat, and fight.
But get along, even when she’s purr-plexed when I’m right.

Singing along with Mewsicals, I’m in a good mewd. 
It’s always a mice day crooning with Tom and his brood.

I’ve all my nine lives, although I’ve fathered thirty three.
Our baby kitties all wear dia-purrs and look like me.

Next door lives Alley cat, that bowler has strikes to spare.
His mate is furry, yellow, and meows everywhere.

We have cats cradles for all our litter of kittens.
They sleep sweet against their mama, wearing white mittens.

Me, Tabby, house cat, fat cat, mouser, every feline,
Wish you a super catnip day purr-fectly devine.