My Cat.

My cat is fat.
He hates the world
He loves to hide
Like a sissy girl.

My cat is soft
because he's fat
a lovely thing
to squish and pat.

My cat, he sheds
his hair abounds
on pillows, chairs,
clothes and the ground.

My cat is good
at lest for us.
Now friendlier cats
seem treacherous.

My cat, he sits
upon my lap
I'll write about him,
then give him a pat.

I'm sorry, cat
for calling you fat
I love that you're fat.
I'll never mind that.


And a picture of Noah stuck in his drum:

This is part of what makes my days wonderful.