There is a kitty named Cleo,
who likes to join every show.
She loves to bat with her paw,
try to stop her, ouch the claw.

Last night when we had a tussle,
she insisted on helping with muscle.
I wouldn’t have minded the snit,
but I had been painting a bit.

When I turned my back for a minute,
damn if her paw wasn’t in it.
I screamed as she darted,
what a mess she had started,
She ran under the bed in a tear,

I looked at the floor with a tear.
Finally once she was caught,
Into the sink she was brought,
Oh my what a fight was fought.

In twenty minutes or so,
I had finally cleaned all her toes.
Her paws were all pretty like new,
But I looked at the floor, it made me stew.

Moral of the story- never have paint near a cat.

Fantastic!! I cant believe you just whipped that right up Kudos to you!

That is great!I wish I could write poetry.
And I agree!(I have 5 of my own)

I loved that one Jazz

Nicy