Fat Cat

Out of nowhere

My husband took over feeding Izzy the cat

Can you believe it?

He said I fed her too much

What nerve.

I like a fat cat

Give me a fat cat any day.

A cat that dines on cream and sardines

Suits me.

I don’t want a lean and ravenous squirrely kind of cat

Prowling and lurking and hunting scraps

I don’t trust those skinny cats

They would just as soon suck the breath out of you

As look you in the eye.

About Karen To and Fro

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