Piglet cat, his head you pat
Where he strays, not far away
Food is near, have no fear
He will come, back for some
Piglet cat, you're not fat
Nicely plump, not some lump
Who says you cannot move
You still hunt, twice not once.
Gently doze, outstretched toes
Looking stunned in the sun
Cooking slow till time to go
On his beat, food to eat
Piglet cat, on his back
On his own, in the zone
Belly scritch may make him shift
Until then, turn again
You know which way the wind is blowing
Where to gobble what you're knowing
A map of eateries is in your head
You know where you can get fed
Of grub they say, you swindle and thieve
And that not a crumb will you ever leave
But you're just a good cat who loves his food
A somewhat rotund, knowlegeable dude.
Soon enough he gets up
On the fly, new place to lie
Oh hang on, something's wrong
Feet are fleet, it's time to eat.
