A happy cat was on my lap.
All ginger, fat and having a nap.
He shared my cake,
all pretty, iced pink.
I bet it makes his poo poo stink.
He had enough of squashing me,
(he weighs a stone and a half you see)
jumped down, and checked his empty dish,
gave his ginger tail a swish.
Then he went off for another snooze,
dreaming of all the food he'd choose.