ABC’s of Tobias Tubbs (A cat)

Acrobatic fur alien, always
Begging for a belly rub
Creeps up carefully to
Destroy felt mice, dreams of
Emerald cat nip and elongated stretches early
Friday morning, fights feet fiercly
Gives grief to all things glowing, generally, flashlights
Hacks up a hairball in the hamper, happy
In his indoor kingdom, In the evening he
Jumps after jingle bells
Keeper of the cabinets
Living large with his lavish lion cut
Mean muggin on Mondays, wants more
Nap times and never ending
Orange nerf bullets, best friends with an old stuffed
Pig, patiently waits before he picks at my pork
Quesadilla quietly behind my back, thinks he’s a
Red laser rock star, running around
Spending time slaying
Toy enemies, tucks his tail
Under the blanket when he’s cold
Vocal by the treat drawer
Wailing like an untuned
Xylophone, chewed through a
Yo-yo string, cuddly when yawning and catching some
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