The Change in Tiki Cat (by Tiki Cat)

This is Tiki; I am a cat.
This is going to be a chat
On how I overcame being a brat,
What brought about an end to that.

I was walking out in the dell.
I raised my head because I smelled
The cat who on me cast his spell
But who didn't known me very well.

Bob Cat is his real full name;
But he's like me, completely tame.
He's not big nor has a mane,
A house cat; I make that plain.

Bob Cat had avoided me.
I think he just did not see
The love I feel that there could be
With Bob Cat; but no, not he.

So, I approach him with a smile
(This has always been my style.)
As what to say I compile
To make him calm and not to rile.

"Hi," I said, "You look great!"
For his answer I had to wait.
Then he said, "I'm running late."
He had not taken my bait.

When I sniffed at his nose.
He sniffed back with his eyes closed.
He liked my smell I suppose
Cause he then nibbled at my toes!

Then I licked him under his chin.
That is when he did begin
To lick my fur and smell my skin.
To really start my heart to spin!

Bob Cat with me fell in love
Underneath the sky above.
Right then by us flew a dove.
Must know what we're thinking of!

It's been Bob from that time on.
We are now in our new home.
No more does Bob ever roam.
Seeds of love he's in me sown.

Soon there is going to be
Bob and me and baby makes three,--
Or four or five or six or seven
Of us there may be eleven!

Tiki Cat and Bob Cat,
We two cats never spat!
Don't do anything like that,
And Tiki Cat is now no brat!


Tiki Cat