010 - Cats

I love my cats

Through they can be twats

They sit in my seats

And steal all my meats

Etiquette they forget

When they claw my carpet

We have nightly zoomies

Dashing all through the roomies

The smell of cat poo

When they go to the loo

Stinks out the house

It’s really quite gross

They do sometimes fight

But it’s only light

Swipes that don’t connect

Hisses to correct

They’ll sleep anywhere

Not just on a chair

You’ll trip arse over tit

Because of where they sit

They’re in charge of the house

Of that there’s no doubt

Until the doorbell

Then they’ll run like hell

So they can be a pain

Why’d I get them again?

Oh yeah, it’s their purrs

And their soft shiny furs

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