Meow

Well fancy that,
My little cat,
Now sat upon my lap.
She bit my nose,
Then kicked my toes,
But mewed as an apology for that.

Her eyes of jade,
Paws of white,
And yet her true colour evades me.
A brown tabby,
With orange and black?
And white on top of that?
Surely, not a proper cat!

Well fancy that,
My little cat,
Moves off to sit on a book.
Ignoring me,
She's petty see,
But I have another cat!

Cat number two,
The big black Mu,
Or so he is sometimes called.
Though really he,
Is fat as can be,
(Just don't tell him I said it)

He's sat on my lap,
She doesn't like that,
So the pair hiss and spit.
But I tell them both,
To calm and hush,
Or I'll kick them off.
They huff, claws flashing.

Fancy that,
My silent cats,
Happy as can be.
The sunshine warms,
My baby Milly,
And the big fat one,
Midnight. See?

Four eyes of green,
Blinking at me,
From within the darkness.
I hear a meow,
A tiny wow,
The noise of my hungry cats.

Doesn't really rhyme, as it was originally intended too, but still. It was fun to write, especially since my cat was sat on me and then relocated to sitting on my book.