Old, bold, and strong,
Intelligent and silly,
Fat cat on a bed,
Called Mr. Whiskers.

He lies not moving
For hours on end,
Relaxes in spring,
Doesn't like trends.

Always lies in bed,
Drinking milk all day,
Catching a mouse,
Too much a bother.

But the birds,
Jumps like a kangaroo when he sees them,
Wants to be as fierce as the lynx on TV.

Sometimes strolls the sandy beaches,
But hates the ocean water,
Loves the loving lullabies
The grandma sings to him
Before bed.