There is a bold blue cat that rests upon the wall,
when he grows tired of hanging he saunters down the hall.
He has a pretty pink bow on the end of his tail
which you can see when he stalks and sticks it straight like a sail.
This kitten has a purr you're unlikely to forget
and cashmere fur that begs to be pet.
He displays himself like a serpant in the sun
but gives up his virtue to none but one.
Mother extends a light, loving hand
and now our brilliant baby takes his stand.
He speaks to her softly, his coo is his call
as she slowly reaches up and returns him to the wall.