On To Seven Today Here At My Bay!

The cat has turned seven today. Bah to that I say. I still run around and meow. You'd think I was having a cow. But that is not the case. I just have to be heard all over the place.


I pose and howl.No hooting like an owl.Can chirp like a bird though,Just so you know.

See, I pose everywhere.Talk to the chin at our lair.That is all you need. Humans and their greed.

I make Cassie stare.She thinks I'm nuts at our lair.Regal as can be.Pffft that's not me.

I take out all.You enter our hall,You will get chopped.The ball won't be dropped.

I can be cute.But rather be a brute.I grew up.Now can take on a pup.

 And I'll chew.Even snub you.Easy to do.Snubbed times two.

Can sit and stare.I know your aware.Cassie cleans down there. Do you really care?

Fuzzy things die.I make them fry.On the first try,I send them for a fly.

Then I get in a good stretch. I could go play fetch,But I'm not a mutt.Still have my eye on my hut.

And here I see all.All the way down the hall.I may be seven.But I watch all here like God in heaven.
Can't get passed me. Are you as old as me at your sea? That would make me what? 49 at my hut? Cassie is still the old fart though. Eight is so old you know. I will now go back to ruling with no class. That is the way of my seven year old little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.