By Jessica Juneau
I once had a little black cat,
Who loved to come and hide in my hat.
It runs around the house,
Faster than a mouse.
He loves to cuddle and can be really sweet,
Until he begs you for a treat.
He loves to eat fish,
When it’s in a dish.
He loves to gallop around and around,
Until he falls flat on the ground.
He can get really mad and cause a big scene,
Until I get really mean.
He plays really hard and gets into dirt,
And most of the time he does not get hurt.