What a beautiful white cat he was
He dropped in to visit one day
He walked through the house twice
Before deciding he would stay
He did not like our kitten, Whisky
Though Whisky was impressed
Followed Grouch around constantly
And turned into quite a pest
Then one day, Sam dropped in
The black cat that was very strong
Grouch went out that door immediately
But he didn’t stay gone too long
You know, Grouch never accepted them
So close friends they could be
But I sure did enjoy this white Manx
He became such a delight to me!
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Grouch sounds like a beautiful cat. I love your title. It is very eye-catching. You have a wonderful poetic gallery of feline friends.10 for Grouch.. Love, SandraX