My special little cat is pretty,
So gentle and so quiet,
She is old but still very perky,
Not needing to go on a diet.
Such a cute little kitten was she,
So playful and brave when so small,
She was taught to be a mouser,
I don’t know where she found the gall.
As time went be she became timid,
Hiding from humans but loving her furry friends,
Scatty and playful still like a kitten,
Enough to drive anyone round the bend.
These days she’s a little house cat,
Not wandering mousing days long gone,
Quite content to sleep all day on the bed,
Charlie’s a special cat whose wandering is done.