Frosty My Cat

Frosty My Cat

Dashing through the house, just a streak of gray,
My little kitten is very hard at play.

In my room noises can be heard.
She jumps on the trunk to look at, my bird.

Scratching the woodwork sharpening her claws;
And then she stops just to lick her paws.

Meowing at night for us to let her in,
She jumps on the bed and our night then begins.

She starts to purr and plays with my feet,
Then before I know it she’s up and under the sheet.

She is mean at times you can believe that!
But still I love her she’s Frosty…My Cat.