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.
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!
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