A Soupy Story
A Soupy Story
I made a great big bowl of soup to eat,
Because I was as hungry as a bear.
I found a little spot to make my seat,
And settled down to eat it then and there.
Along came Jonesy, such a silly cat,
And started begging for a little taste.
I always fed him well and he was fat;
He never let his cat food go to waste.
Then next came Funny, looking for a bite;
He sat beside me in my little place.
I knew that he would sit and beg all night,
And try to lick the soup right from my face!
And so I shared my soup with my two friends,
And that is where this soupy story ends.
Spilled Milk
Spilled Milk
It’s no use crying over milk they say,
If you should find you’ve spilled it on the ground.
But please don’t think I spill it every day,
Or just because my mother’s not around.
I’m not a naughty girl although its true
I’m not supposed to give milk to the cat,
Or to the kittens, little darlings who
Don’t understand a selfish rule like that.
So, like they say, I never shed a tear
For any milk by accident I spill.
Nor do I think I’ll ever need to fear
Of being caught; I’m sure I never will.
Don’t cry–Spilled milk–I now know what they mean–
Because the cats will come and lick it clean!
Kittens Grow Up
Kittens Grow Up
I used to hold my kitten in my hands,
A tiny ball of fluff and fuzzy fur.
As kitten grows, my love for him expands,
A fact of which I’m absolutely sure.
He’s still a baby kitten in my heart,
And in my eyes he’s certainly as dear.
It’s not much fun for us to be apart,
And so I pick him up and hold him near.
But now he’s big enough to fill my arms,
And lifting him is not an easy task.
His size must be because of all his charms.
I’m not sure what he weighs, so please don’t ask!
I love my kitty, and I’m sure he knows
I’ll love him more however big he grows.