Look, mum, I understand that discovering mouse in house implies cat off lap
And I am sorry that adding cotignac to cheese did not sweeten the trap,
But practicing some capturing in this show of snow is just quite out of whack—
For my mittens are, now, ice-bitten and flakes have frosted over every track.
So, please, can we return to home and—instead of kill—offer it a love pat?
Because, if rat is chill and you take your pill, that back nap will still thrill this cat. ; )
