The Tale Of The Three Cats Once upon time, There was, I say, Three cats in a house; They sat there all day. Their fur pelts were washed Thrice over for each, By pink rasping tongues And yellowing teeth. The kitchen was furnished By baskets galore, But they did not like Being just sat on the floor. Their human was in, Sat watching TV-- But in front of his box, Three cats he did see. The first was a butch, His coat black as night. His swagger was clear When he gave a quick swipe. He glared at the man And his eyes narrowed more; He clawed through the trousers In front of his paws. The human bent down And tapped his nose once; The cat recoiled back And stomped off in a humph. The next was a she, Quite skinny and light. She jumped on the chair, Convinced she was right. She unsheathed her claws, And started to scratch, But for the upholst'ry Her claws were no match. She clawed and miaowed Like something was wrong, But the human ignored Her pitiful song. The last was a kitten; A fluffball at that, His brown tabby fur Puffed up like a cat's. He sat on the lap And purred at the man, His little pale face Nuzzling his hand. Then up did he get, His human in tow; And then towards food Did the brown kitten go. But then he went back, And with a great leap Claimed chair for his own, And settled to sleep. The two cats still left Were far from impressed, But at least they did eat; Good food nonetheless.
