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.