CAT

I used to be a cat
furry, soft, little kittycat.
A cat in a teacup...
how sweet I was

All alone in the teacup I sat,
cleaning my paws,
liking them all up.

Why a teacup?
You may ask,
a porcelain one?
Too fancy for dummy pussycat.

Why not a box or a shack?
A wardrobe or a can?
Or even a milk jar?

In my bottled up mind,
an answer I can't find.
As I said, miau
I used to be a dumb cat.

I used,
I am.