My Cat

My Cat


I call my beautiful cat Mis,
she has a little white bliss.
Her chest is white as snow,
I'm sure she already know.

A back as black as night,
yellow eyes that shines so bright.
The fur is soft and clean,
like nothing You've ever seen.

Her favorite treat is liver,
it fills me with a shiver.
She love to play 'Eat The Mouse',
red alert in every corner of my house.

She is sleeping there so lazy,
snoring loudly like crazy.
But in the dead of night,
she has the speed of light.

My cat she has a bliss,
that's why I call her Mis.