I wrote this for my baby brother Mike, when I was 13. It’s from the perspective of the (tortured) cat. Love you, Mike.
Hello, my name is Tigger-Too
And I’m going to relate my life’s story to you.
I love little Mikey-muss very much
(A little baby boy)
He loves me lots and lots and lots
And I am his favorite toy.
A toy, I thought, a cute little toy.
Little does he know,
That I am a real live pussy cat.
Furry, soft, and all aglow.
He pulls and pinches, squeezes and chews,
Yanks, and tears, and gnaws.
Then he grins and starts all over again.
OH! My poor little paws!
I grin and bear it most of the time,
But sometimes I get MAD.
Then I scratch a little bit,
And Michael cries a tad.
Then mother comes running and so does Sis
to save him from my wrath.
They pick him up and give him a kiss,
And remove him from my path.
In spite of all this, I’ll always love him
And he will always love me.
We’re very alike in so many ways,
As soon you will very well see.
Whenever my cat food is out on the floor
Michael comes crawling real fast.
If we let him, I bet he’d eat it all up
And it wouldn’t have long to last.
We love to play ball and sit in the sun,
And get in everyone’s way,
And when someone sits down, we jump in their lap.
Oh love me! Oh love me! we say.
All of these things amount to one thing,
We’ll always be the best of friends.
I’ll always love him, he’ll always love me.
And that’s how my story ends.