What I Did Sunday At My Bay!

The cat just has to share what he did Sunday at his lair. What is that you say? Sunday isn't over yet at your bay? Well I am in another time zone. I know, don't moan. What is that too? Bah, I never stole it from Betsy's zoo.

 
First I blinded this guy.I poked him in the eye.Then I made him wail,When I chewed on his tail.
 
I made this guy pout.It was easy with a shout.I just took his toy.He lost all his joy.
 
I chased her out the door.She can go outside and explore.See that grumpy look?I hear a rain bath she took.
 
I took her chair.I did it with flair.She was rather ticked.I can't say we clicked.
 
I chased this guy away.He is scared I'd say.Just glaring at me,As frightened as can be.
 
This guy was all relaxed.He looked good and taxed.I could not have that.I am such a mean cat.
 
So I chased him away.I gave him this display.A tiny litter box.Beats chicken pox.
 
This guy played dead.I whacked his head.He did not move at all.He feared the cat call.
 
Then I went after three.Can you tell they don't like me?The cat is just so rude,They give me lots of attitude.
 
Next Cassie and I took a nap.They all fell for my trap.It was time to rest.I always do my best.
Was your day as exciting as mine? Can you top the feline? No? Damn, so mundane at your show. The cat can teach you a trick or two. But then he'd have to kill you. So let's forgo something so crass and just leave the work to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.