The cat saunters through
Orange, brown and white,
Large, fluffy, and regal;
She might hypnotize you
With her glowing, green sight

She’ll sniff you, dainty-like
If you compliment her suitably,
She’ll rub up against you
With a cat hug
Leaving cat love and fur

She might accept
A chin scratch,
Also an ear scratch,
Maybe a sweeping pet
- no, you’re not done yet

Then she’ll flop
to the ground, like a hippo
Going down in slow-mo
It’s an alarming show
but she’s quite fine

Now it’s time
There’s her tummy
(It’s white and velvety)
She’ll stretch backwards
Into a donut shape
So you can scratch
That belly properly

But it’s a trick you see
Soon enough,
She can’t help herself
And your hand becomes
Her enemy