My friend Billy wrote about the mouse that's been plaguing his cat, Ikea. It was so cute that I want to post it.
Ikea my cat is on the prowl.
When mice are around, hear him growl.
He'll tease and play with them and
bounce them around.
You'll never know where they'll be found.
They might be alive; they might be dead.
You might find them without any head.
My cat is rough; my cat is mean.
Those mice will simply not be seen.
A mouse in the house, they once were around.
Now they simply won't be found.
They once were here; they once were there.
Now they simply won't be anywhere.
Ikea is such a beautiful cat.
He's just where it is at.
A mouse in the house, they once were found.
Now they're gone and not around.
by Bill Wyllie
Ikea my cat is on the prowl.
When mice are around, hear him growl.
He'll tease and play with them and
bounce them around.
You'll never know where they'll be found.
They might be alive; they might be dead.
You might find them without any head.
My cat is rough; my cat is mean.
Those mice will simply not be seen.
A mouse in the house, they once were around.
Now they simply won't be found.
They once were here; they once were there.
Now they simply won't be anywhere.
Ikea is such a beautiful cat.
He's just where it is at.
A mouse in the house, they once were found.
Now they're gone and not around.
by Bill Wyllie
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