My cat alfie

She silently creeps across the floor,
Not hearing a sound, then she's at the door.
The cat flap rattles, we know she's out,
She'll go into the garden and mooch about.

All camouflaged in the bushes and trees,
Nothing can be heard except the crunch of leaves.
She'll end up muddy, cold and wet,
She'll come out of the garden and want food, I'll bet!

The cat flap rattles, she's through the door,
She creeps to her bowl, leaving muddy paws.
When there's no food, she'll meow and cry,
That's my cat Alfie with her large amber eyes!