Today I am staring at my pet cat,
She’s just laying there on my mat,
I give her a pat,
While she stays there looking slightly fat.
She eats a lot,
From the food we put in her pot,
Oops I have forgot,
She is now trying to break my sisters cot.
I think this poem has to come to an end,
As my cat has turned a bend,
And the cot needs a mend.
By
Arthini
