This is a tale about a cat,
Who did because he could?
And the rascal goes by the name,
Unusually of PUD.
Well actually his full name,
Is "Pudding-Head McWhisker-Face" because you see?
When he's eaten all of his food,
He's pudding-shaped to a 'T'.
A cat of mystery,
He goes where he likes,
Normally a placid Pud,
But he really likes to fight,
Comes in for a cat-nap,
And a cuddle/scratch or two,
Not a better Moggy to be found,
And this is absolutely true.
And so to end this poem,
Before he leaves the house,
Out on nocturnal hunting,
In search no doubt a mouse.
Sally Loveday 27 August 2002