Saturday, August 13, 2011

Every Cat Needs a Job

by Cornerstoregoddess

I had a yellow tiger cat, all cuddly and purry
But when you scratched his belly, he was always in a hurry.

It seems he had another job, a trade quite connoisseur-y:
He ran a kitty restaurant -- served mouse heads with liqueur-y.

The restauranteur-y cat can be found here.

1 comment:

  1. Love your poem...just cracks me up. You are as clever with your words as you are with these adorable kitty beads! Always makes me smile. Thanks Eleanor!