Fuzzball Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

I enjoyed chewing the grass with my usual cat’s flair,
It’s the best way to dislodge those balls of hair.

They get caught in my throat as I love to lick my fur,
But if I swallow those hair balls it makes my stomach stir.

My owner thinks it due to the commercial cat food,
When I throw up a feeding fortune, and ruin her mood.

But the kids know and that’s why they named me “Fuzzball”,
But I play dumb and refuse their stupid call.

I was Baptised “Horatio”, such a noble cats name,
But which Felix would respond to their cat-bating game.