The treetop was calling and that was that
I climbed it faster than the drop of a hat
I can’t get down ’cause I’m way too fat
But I’m not worried—I’m Pounce the Cat!
Crossing stepping stones on padded feet
Prowling in search of hot fresh meat
This wild cat needs not comfort nor heat
But when night time comes indoors can’t be beat. 

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This is my favorite post! I love the first poem. Oh Pounce the Cat!