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.