The cat cries at the back screen door
He thinks, What are you playing this sick game for?
I’ve just put the flea stuff all over his skin
Now he wants to go out instead of staying in
He rubs up against my leg,
His big, almond eyes are starting to beg
Oh, please, Oh, please, Won’t you let me out?
I can almost see his lips forming a pout
He meow meow meows in a pleading way
When all he wants to do is run about and play
Then he sits down to come up with an excuse
Probably thinking, This is animal abuse!
Just when I think he’s calmed down a bit
Soon he’s off on another fit
I can barely concentrate with him staring at me
All I can think is What a poor kitty
At last I hear a Ding! and the treatment is done
Now my flealess kitty can finally have some fun
Yesterday, I went with my mommy to take my American shorthair cat, Oliver, to the vet’s. He fell off the fence and scraped his little foot and we were worried about him because a couple months ago, he almost had to get his leg chopped off because it was so badly infected. But, we went to an awesome vet and they fixed him. Now he has both of his legs and is back in order.