Still Getting In My Licks Here At Six!

So the cat is still alive and kicking and his heels surely still are clicking. Nothing can stop little old me as I run around and meow with glee. Not even turning six. I will still be up to the same old tricks.


I will still hide under the bed,But maybe stick out my head.Unless you are really scary,Then I'll be as hidden as the tooth fairy.

I will still stare at Cass.She is one mean lass.But I will still stare.She gets annoyed with my glare.

See, I can get her going.A fight will be showing.I have to keep her in shape.So she doesn't get as round as a grape.

I will still flop how I like.Snip snip made things take a hike.So I can flop without a care,Nothing hurts anymore down there.

I will still hog the sink.Water doesn't bring me to the brink.I'll just shake off and go.I may even shake water on a foe.

I will still kill the TP.That white stuff has nothing on me.It will get taken down the hall.With it, I'll have a ball.

I will still hog the bed.No room for Pat's head.He can sleep on the floor.It isn't so bad at our shore.

I will still go upon high,To see what I can spy.Then I may jump on your head.Yep, that is what I said.

And I will still claim Pat's ass,Even if he let's loose gas.He won't be getting up.I can be just as annoying as a pup.

Well I won't ever be this small again.So you got me there at my den.But I can still fit in small places,And with long legs it's always off to the races.
And the cat's sixth birthday is now through. He'll always be here to rhyme too. That is for sure at our sea. Can't let withdrawal set in for all of thee. So ends another birthday pass from my six year old little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.