Kitty Cat

Photo by Alvan Nee on Unsplash.

I met a cat,
he’s really cute.

I talk to him,
but he’s on mute.

I want a hug,
but he is a brute.

I ask him why,
but he’s doesn’t compute.

I love this kitty cat,
he’s really cute.

I give to him,
a new book of words with alludes.

To which his paws clumsily refute,
to warm him up,
is my pursuit.

I bought my kitty,
a new pressed suit.

I want to dress him,
but he disputes.

I ask him why,
he’s irresolute.

I hear my cat,
even when he’s mute.

So that boo-boo kitty,
Won’t be crude,

I give him tuna and fruit,
for his happiness,
Is my loot.