fred is a cat
he sits in a box
he lies on the mat
and he also lies on my socks
he has orange and white fur
he is an orange kitty, kinda dumb
he is a he, not a her
and he will NEVER bite your thumb
he meows when he wants love
i dont blame him he needs it
his beauty is of a dove
he is a good boy, will always take a hit
he is nice to be around
he doesnt quite make a purring sound
he likes heights, he will be by your head
this was the poem of my cat fred.