Sammy the cat, is furry lazy and white
He sleeps all day, dreaming of mice
A mouse to terrorize, then eat
His tempting tasty treat of meat.
Smooging up the side of my face
And on my clothes, a furry white trace.

Purring in and out of tune
I think he's trying  to croon.
Leg rubs, throughout the day, his exercise to keep him fit,
Don't know why, hands and feet, he likes to lick.
Attacking, the big defenceless dog, keeps him amused
Clawed and bitten, again my shoes.

He likes his kisses nose to nose
Astray from home, he never goes
When its time for him to play
He kicks up his heels and digs in the clay.
My garden suffers, as dirt scatters and flies
When black as night are his eyes.
I think its all put on, just an act
Possessed by the devil, my poor cat.

TeAnne © 20/12/93