Sonnet #3

A sonnet to round out my week of cat haikus as @DwiTrevor

Woke up with a mouse staring at my face.

The little beast had climbed onto my sheet,

For at ten I had grabbed a snack to eat,

And thus there were crumbs all over the place.

Since I have a fear of the whole rat race,

And rather would not keep my room all neat,

There arrived a way to avoid defeat:

A Felis catus would resolve this case.

I had few demands for the ideal cat:

A high-energy mouser with short hair

Would keep clean the house while removing rat.

The cat himself enjoys his basement lair:

With hiding places for a skinny cat

To keep him safe from the dog up the stair.