About Archie I am owned by an orange and white cat Who, by all accounts, should be fat He eats quite a lot When he doesn't get caught He really can be such a brat The orange cat is Archie by name He thinks scratching me is a fine game Archies jumps on my head Then strikes a pose on the bed For a photo to add to his fame I'm writing this poem while he's here He's demanding attention, that's clear He purrs and he rubs I think he wants grubs An empty dish is his one great fear.
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Nice poem! oh cats – they do think the own the world!
Archie is precious! I can see where he would be the boss. I once heard someone say: “Cats used to be worshipped as gods. Cats have not forgotten this.” Great poetry prompt.
Oh, I had an orange and white cat as a kid that has provided me with the best cat tales of all time! Those cats are so fun… and demanding. Ha!
I have two orange and white cats, and yes — they are something else! I have heard that there is something in the genetics that causes not only the coloration but also the personality. I believe it!