Jatt The Cat Maybe A Rat

Recently I heard of a cat,
More like a mouse,
A cat named Jatt,
Jatt the cat.
Rather a rat.

Opussians cried at literature wrongly placed,
And wrongly accused.
In the wrong spot,
Mismatched,
Misplaced.

Fake IDs and fake plan B's,
It's what I'd expect at the pub,
Not in this small literature club.

Another cat named your secrets,
Named them and shamed them,
Named them and shamed them.

The cat named iPuss,
The hero of the day,
Knocked fake Jatt from his spot,
Always at the top.

If only Jatt could see,
We do this for the love,
Not the ratings.