My Cat

A mouser he may not be;
He likes to play and climb a tree;
His coat is gray with lots of white,
He likes to prowl all through the night.

A mouse he will chase all day,
But only if it means some play;
He'll stalk a mouse just for me,
Play with him, then set him free.

He eats his weight in cat food, too,
He drinks his water from the stool;
Chicken is his favorite dish,
But rabbit soon will fill his wish.

If you have never had a cat,
You really don't know where it's at;
He'll purr and rub and talk to you,
He'll give you love you know is true.