Our Cosy

COSY
Cosy keeps her tail in the air
Cosy is a cat who has flair
But on all chairs she leaves hair
And her claws will scratch and tear

Cosy likes to climb the trees
And pose for a photograph
I'm sure she wishes to please
And makes me laugh and laugh

Has Cosy got time on her paws?
She'll sleep away the hours when cold
But play outside when the snow thaws
And in the mud has rolled and rolled

Why doesn't Cosy wipe her muddy paws?
Whatever spots are on floor or carpet
In the house she will push open all doors
And with a good, tasty dish be met.

When Cosy first shyly appeared
She limped on a broken leg
Few for this thin young cat had cared
And for her food she had to beg

Soon mended; very soon forgotten
Nine years later she's still kittenish
Not simply nine lives but more than ten
Is for Cosy the cat my wish

Cosy likes everybody
Everybody likes Cosy
Randolph the tom likes Cosy
May their future be rosy