I have a certain cat,
Who's such a spoiled brat
Tippy is his name,
And eating is his game
He whines early each day,
As in my bed asleep I lay
His loud purring in my ear,
Is all that I can ever hear
He's always wanting more,
Of his dinner for me to pour
In to his silver food dish,
So he can eat it with great relish
Next, he likes to chase his ball,
To and fro dwon my hall
Then finally, he likes to take a nap,
Whille being curled up in my lap
