Chelsea The Cat

About my cat.

I have a little cat.

His name is Chelsea The Cat.

He likes playing with toys:

Swaying bow, fluffy mice and balls.

Chelsea likes sitting on a windowsill,

Looking down at the street

And far at high hills.

Also, Chelsea likes to eat:

Sausages, fish, corn

And of course meat.

His daily plan looks like that:

Night sleeping,

Good morning

And eating,

A little bit of playing

And then again sleeping.

Repeat five times in a row,

Yes, my cat is busy, I know. 

He doesn't like closed doors,

Water, snow,

Cold weather, wind,

Too many touches and loud noise.

Chelsea's weakness is in boxes,

They are magnetic to him.

Even if they are small,

He tries to fit himself into them.

My cat can high-five,

It looks cute and funny:

He stretches out his paw

And tries to touch me.

Chelsea likes to be near me,

He follows me everywhere:

Bath, bedroom, kitchen,

Always he comes, sits and stares.

Chelsea adores talking

And he sings loudly alone,

That is very annoying,

Because he knows only one song.

Despite all these special features

And multiple cat's bonuses,

Life would be less joyful without him,

Without moments of pleasure and glee.

Reviews

[Chris]

Cats KNOW their person - deeply. I've had them leap into my arms while walking outside - and not speaking of MINE either. And follow me home, come in and stay. Yet they treasure their independence as much as we do.

This one carries a "knowing" smile.