Forget the tales of terror and of fright,
And gaze upon this creature of the night!
He isn't spooky, scary, mean, or cross,
He's just a cat... but with a coat of gloss!
A walking, waddling, perfect little friend,
With a bonus stripe that goes from end to end.
He's not a pest, he's not a stinky beast,
He's a Flower-Cat, to say the very least!
His fur is silk, a river of black ink,
Softer and plusher than you'd ever think.
That snowy stripe? A racing line for fun!
A zipper showing where the snuggles have begun!
His tiny paws, like little leather beans,
Are perfect for fulfilling all your dreams
Of holding hands with something sweet and small,
Who'll gladly come whenever you should call.
His nose, a button, shiny, wet, and pink,
It gives a little twitch and then a wink!
He snuffles through the grass with happy sighs,
With two dark, trusting, marble-shiny eyes.
He doesn't walk, he trundles with a bounce,
A furry, friendly, twenty-something ounce
Of pure delight, a roly-poly ball,
Just waiting to come tumbling down the hall!
He stomps his feet in a cha-cha of pure glee,
A tiny tantrum, cute as cute can be!
It isn't anger, it's a small "Hello!"
A little dance to say, "Where did you go?"
He'll dig for grubs with such a serious face,
Then roll around all over the whole place,
His little legs just wiggling in the air,
A fluffy tummy begging for your care!
And when he's sleepy, oh, the heart-melt starts,
He'll burrow in and capture all the hearts.
He'll curl into a perfect doughnut shape,
A yin-and-yang of fur, a sweet escape.
He'll tuck his nose right underneath his tail,
(The famous tail from that erroneous tale).
He'll make small sighs and sleepy, snuffly sounds,
The most adorable snores on all the grounds!
So don't you worry 'bout that silly spray,
That's just his perfume for a rainy day!
A last resort, a "please leave me alone,"
A spicy spritz from his defensive throne.
But you're his friend! You'll only get the fluff,
The cuddles, and the "I-love-you" stuff.
So open up your home, what will you lose?
You need a Flower-Cat to cure the blues!
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC
Forget the tales of terror and of fright,
And gaze upon this creature of the night!
He isn't spooky, scary, mean, or cross,
He's just a cat... but with a coat of gloss!
A walking, waddling, perfect little friend,
With a bonus stripe that goes from end to end.
He's not a pest, he's not a stinky beast,
He's a Flower-Cat, to say the very least!
His fur is silk, a river of black ink,
Softer and plusher than you'd ever think.
That snowy stripe? A racing line for fun!
A zipper showing where the snuggles have begun!
His tiny paws, like little leather beans,
Are perfect for fulfilling all your dreams
Of holding hands with something sweet and small,
Who'll gladly come whenever you should call.
His nose, a button, shiny, wet, and pink,
It gives a little twitch and then a wink!
He snuffles through the grass with happy sighs,
With two dark, trusting, marble-shiny eyes.
He doesn't walk, he trundles with a bounce,
A furry, friendly, twenty-something ounce
Of pure delight, a roly-poly ball,
Just waiting to come tumbling down the hall!
He stomps his feet in a cha-cha of pure glee,
A tiny tantrum, cute as cute can be!
It isn't anger, it's a small "Hello!"
A little dance to say, "Where did you go?"
He'll dig for grubs with such a serious face,
Then roll around all over the whole place,
His little legs just wiggling in the air,
A fluffy tummy begging for your care!
And when he's sleepy, oh, the heart-melt starts,
He'll burrow in and capture all the hearts.
He'll curl into a perfect doughnut shape,
A yin-and-yang of fur, a sweet escape.
He'll tuck his nose right underneath his tail,
(The famous tail from that erroneous tale).
He'll make small sighs and sleepy, snuffly sounds,
The most adorable snores on all the grounds!
So don't you worry 'bout that silly spray,
That's just his perfume for a rainy day!
A last resort, a "please leave me alone,"
A spicy spritz from his defensive throne.
But you're his friend! You'll only get the fluff,
The cuddles, and the "I-love-you" stuff.
So open up your home, what will you lose?
You need a Flower-Cat to cure the blues!
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