I prowl the alley on dark nights, looking for trouble spots and fights
And hissing, spitting, yowling, loud, my claws and fangs splitting the crowd,
So don’t be fooled if I look fine: wildfire is in my feline line–
My zoot suit is as cool as ice; my blood, though? Hot, not cool; not nice–
I’m fast, I’m fine, the cat that has searchlights for eyes, wild stripes for jazz,
A heart of iron, soul of steel, and toughness that’s dead deep, for real–
I’m fuzzy, but I warn you that I ain’t no prissy pussycat;
I’m lean and mean; I’m slick and sleek. But sweet? I’ll kick you to next week!
Get me riled up, it won’t be pretty–Bad Cat, yeah, but never Kitty–
All the same, at home a tub of cream is nice; a belly rub;
I’m tiger tough, to say the least, but hey! I ain’t no senseless beast–
Don’t cross me, ’cause I’m fierce, although I’m not an animal, you know!
This was amazing, made me smile… Thank you dear, have a nice weekend, love, nia
I’m glad you got to visit with a cat over here, since I so often get to see wonderful ones at your blog!! Good that mine made you smile, too, my dear Nia.
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The cat sure is mean and cool. Nice drawing.
I’ve met quite a few cats with a bit of his attitude! Glad you enjoyed him. 🙂
I adore this feline with attitude to spare!
Cats can be quite inspiring sometimes, when it comes to being boldly individualistic–at least some of the cats I’ve known. 🙂
That’s one scraggly yet neatly bedraggly cat you drew into existence.