Who's coat often looked like a rat.
He had miles of whiskers,
Never smiled for pictures,
And didn't once care where he sat.
One day after the milk he had drunk,
His brothers complained that he smelled like a skunk!
So Felix took note,
And glanced at his coat,
And discovered a bit of the funk.
Just which look was indeed his best side.
Someone please do that math!
Give some reason before I abide!
Felix, what's all this trouble you've made?
He told her what had been done,
She then rescued her son,
And with her rough tongue she bathed.
Monday morning cat poetry...it's a good thing.