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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem