"Jumping jee-hose-a-phat!!" look at that my calico cat he's a chubby chap, this cat's so fat there is no lap that could adapt without mishap, to all his blubber around him wrapped, he'd spill right over overlaps.
He makes the wife of Ol' Jack Sprat look like a teeny, tiny gnat three loving pats on this cat's back, could take three hours that's a fact.
If he jumps high from where he's at he makes the boulevards all cracked, when he meoows for daily snacks, I fill two tubs with Crackerjacks, 30 lbs of cheese 24 big macs, and 35 unwrapped kit-kats. He's such a walking heart attack, a cardiac kit with cataracts, to brush his fur I must bring home, a giant whale bone cat-a-comb, his grooming takes 3 days exact, to get his matted furballs flat, and if he moves from where he's sat, he leaves a very large impact. My house looks like a moon that's half- -filled up with craters still intact. To take him to the vets and back requires eight long cat-ill-lacs, Then we attract the largest crowds, to watch us map our way cross town, right through the pack then back around till we are home both safe and sound, with weary bones and fleas un-bound. One benefit to massives cats at my house there's never a rat, for miles and miles no rats..no mice, my nieghbors think my fat cat's nice, his name of course I've left for last, I took it from a band long past, one vocalist a stocky lass, to honor her He's "Pappa Cass." /\~~~/\