Fat Orange Cat

It was a cold and frosty night,
I was in my bed all warm and tight,
I opened my eyes and to my surprise,
and fat orange cat stared back,
'Oh my lord' I said
The cat just sat there,
'Why are you here?' I asked
The cat just sat there,
'Move, don't just sit there!' I screamed at the cat,
The cat didn't even move a hair,
With me screaming, I was surprised no-one had woke,
But this cat, this cat was just a joke,
Then I knew what had to be done,
Just next to me on my left side, a glass,
A glass of water the colour of grass,
"Yuck"  though, but there was no time for thinking
I pick the glass up and tossed it at the cat,
The cat was gone in a big white flash,
My sheets were soaked because of that cat,
My mother came in though my wooden bedroom door,
'Why are you sheets like?' she asked 'If your still wetting the bed you must grow out of that!'