"**** that cat!", I heard my mother say.
"He's gone and made a mess of it, the same as yesterday!"
He really is quite clever, this cat of black and white.
I'm pretty sure he hurries down while we're asleep each night.

His eyes are made to see things clearly in the dark.
He seems to know just where to find her very favorite part.
She's working on a puzzle two thousand pieces long.
He'd like for it to never end, to string her on and on.

He sees this as a game for two, and his moves come at night.
For her the game will never end, and this becomes her plight!
He doesn't know I'm sitting here high upon the stair.
I'm seeing how he scatters her pieces everywhere.

It's sure to make Mom angry, though she loves him through and through.
But she would surely like him to find something else to do!