Little Kitty in the bushes was a tabby,
Although he was a stray he wasn't shabby,
He was handsome and very cute,
His meow was calmer than a flute,
Kitty loved me ever so much,
He purred with every loving touch,
He ran as fast as he could to me,
And my heart felt as though he was the key,
To bring happiness to my strolls,
To heal those with sad souls,
But as I realized he was not a stray,
My fears for him drifted away,
Then a horrible sound came from the distance,
And the frightened little kitty took off in an instant,
He ran back into the bushes again,
But was only some dogs and a couple of men,
As soon as they disappeared,
The kitty reappeared!
By Femke Ward
Age 11
"Of all the [cat] toys available, none is better designed than the owner himself. A large multipurpose plaything, its parts can be made to move in almost any direction. It comes completely assembled, and it makes a noise when you jump on it."
Stephen Baker