I Want to Be Cat of the Week

When will be my chance at fame?
Those pictures on there are all the same!
When will my face grace the site?
I think about it day and night!
I want to be of the chosen few,
please, please tell me what to do.
Do I need to sing and dance?
Shower someone with romance?
Look quite perky and all fluffed out?
Not being chosen is making me pout.
Do I need some professional pics?
Should I pose with leaves and sticks?
Can't you see how cute I am?
I want to be picked, I know I can!
Every day, I wait and hope,
I make sure I am clean (but no soap.)
I'm certainly ready for all the glory,
I think I would make a really good story!
Sometimes I'm too nervous to even peek,
Oh, please, please, please make me cat of the week!

Make Some Noise!

Bang! Crash! What loud noise!
At times it's kind of scary!
I like to knock things over,
and make it sound all blarey!

Maybe I'll climb up high,
and push things off a shelf.
It's cool to see how loud I can get it
from just my little kitty self.

Clang! Boom! Gong!
It's fun to see things fall.
Knocking over, pushing round,
I'll try them one and all.

No matter how it happens,
try to make it LOUD.
Then you can look all innocent,
but inside you'll be proud.

Shed

Little fluffies fall on down,
they drift and float right to the ground.
Tiny hairs collect in a ball,
shed them one, shed them all.
Coat the world with the softest fluff,
maybe then that will be enough.
If everything was fluffier, would we still fight?
And argue and kill all through the night?
With cozy fuzzies everywhere,
everyone would have more care.
So let's gather together and shed, shed, shed,
shed when you eat, shed when in bed.
If you're like me, you've got it to spare,
so go on, get out, and shed some of that hair!

Friendly Schmiendly

Maybe I'm not so friendly,
I don't like to socialize.
I'm not out barhopping every night,
I don't like much of a surprise.

Maybe I don't look for attention,
or have to crawl into your lap.
All that really tires me,
my energy it does sap.

I'd much rather be,
just exist in my world.
I don't need to run around chasing
all the pockets of crowds unfurled.

Maybe I'm just quiet,
I like to sit at home.
But isn't that quite good?
With me, you never are alone.

I Want to Play

It doesn't take much time to play
out of 24 hours in a day.
I know things can get rushed and fast,
but playing sure is such a blast.
I know you're tired from a long day at work,
maybe dealing in traffic with a road rage jerk.
Or having to schlep from chore to chore,
really makes life such a bore.
But playing can be a bright spot for you and me,
you'll see what a happy, fun time it can be.
So give me a minute or two when you're home,
we can play watching TV or when you're on the phone.
Swing around my shoelace or throw me a puff,
you can play with anything, any old stuff.
I just want to spend some quality time,
with this old hard working friend here of mine.
You come and you go each day so fast,
I worrry so much that our time will not last.
So instead of rushing right off to bed,
try to plan some playing time into your head.
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you,
can you think of some playing that we could do?

Ha ha ha, success!

So, my cat mom changed my food
to something icky and so not good.
She thought it was actually something better,
I wish the salesman had not let her.
Although I'm a cat that loves to eat
suffering through that sludge was no treat.
Instead I took a hunger strike,
and her panic so did spike.
She worried that maybe something was wrong,
I was like, "What took you so long!"
My food is some special expensive stuff,
even so, I won't eat enough!
I want my old flavor to come back,
this other stuff is a nasty attack.
Today she promised to get me the good kind,
so finally, my stress will unwind.
So, I say, don't eat the crap,
go on strike or take a nap.
Soon enough, they'll start to worry,
and get your good stuff back in a hurry!

So Much Cake, So Little Time

It comes in yellow, red, and black,
so much cake for us to attack.
Some with frosting or with chips,
tiny cupcakes or big as ships.
There are layers ten feet tall,
vanilla, chocolate, I want it all.
Let me have a taste or two,
maybe I'll even share with you.
Cakes that puff up in the oven,
baked in a rush or with some lovin'.
Cakes made with pudding, no need to bake,
it's hard to choose which one to take.
I like the flowers they put on top,
eating cake, you don't want to stop.
Don't forget cookies, souffles, and pies,
a treat for your stomach, mouth, and eyes.
They taste so good and look so purty,
just watch that they don't make your stomach hurty.

I Have Hot Ears

Hot ears, hot ears,
I have hot ears,
should this be feared?
Or am I cleared?

My ears are warm,
don't send me scorn,
my cat-mom's torn...
should a doctor be warned?

Hot ears, hot ears,
oh, my dears,
as evening comes near,
I have hot ears.

I say, don't worry,
my vision's not blurry,
I'm still oh-so-furry,
but cat-mom's a fury!

"Oh, your head!"
she fretted and said,
"Get back into bed!"
She seemed to see red.

Before I shed tears,
about my hot ears,
can you tell if it matters?
My cat-mom's in tatters.

Yeah, my ears are hot,
are yours not?
Sometimes they're fine,
these ears of mine.

It's funny, this heat,
just my ears, not my feet,
is it something to beat?
Some help would be sweet.

PS: My cat-mom says that if anyone else has hot ears, please email us. She gets so worried.

Tipsy From the Sun

Wiggling, wiggling on the floor,
never is any chore.
Stretching out in the sun
really is the highest fun.
Touch my belly with those rays,
my legs and arms and paws are splayed.
Around and around and around I roll
for whom does that sun's sunniness toll?
Come through the window and into the house
I'll give up from chasing my ragged stuffed mouse.
I like to go back and forth in the sun's heat,
letting it warm me right through my feet.
If only you could come all the time,
but I know rain helps make the crops fine.
So when you're here, I'll overindulge,
and suck you all in until my tummy will bulge.
I bet you feel nice on everyone,
so come on back soon, Mr or Ms Sun!

On Top of Mount Tuna

On top of Mount Tuna,
all covered in fish.
I found my love's dinner,
it was my big wish.

I knew I could eat it,
could eat so much more.
Climbing Mount Tuna
is never a chore.