With so many beds, how is a cat to decide where to sleep?
If you've ever had the pleasure of knowing a cat, you may already know the answer!
Wander through the house with this lucky cat and see which bed you like the most!
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THE CAT WITH TOO MANY BEDS
There once was a cat
With too many beds.
Just too many places
To rest his head.
Large and medium
and extra small.
Firm and fluffy
He had them all.
One made of silk
With ribbons and bows.
And lines of small beads
In cute, little rows.
A grand wooden one
With arches and carvings.
And crystal food bowls
To keep him from starving.
An ornate, curvy one
Made from twisted, black iron
That made him feel like he was
A strong, mighty lion.
By the back patio window
Was a comfy grey chaise.
Where he watched all the birds
On bright sunny days.
A soft, puffy round bed
In front of the fire
Was a great place for stretching
And relaxing when tired.
Upstairs in a room
Was one of his towers,
Where he looked down at the yard
At the trees and the flowers.
There was also a bed
That looked like a shark.
With great big white teeth,
But the mouth was too dark!
On one wall in the house
Were a bunch of weird pods
Shaped like spaceship bubbles.
They were really quite odd.
There’s a fine patchwork bed
Made of all kinds of leathers.
Stuffed right to the brim
With all kinds of feathers.
And that really odd one
That was left there by Santa.
It was long. It was yellow.
It was a great, big banana.
In the basement was one
That was shaped like a coffin.
He didn’t like that one.
And didn’t sleep in it often.
At the back of the house
In the sunny solarium
A bed shaped like a fish
Sat beneath the aquarium.
In the den was a bed
That was more of a teepee.
With sides that looked like
It was made from a beech tree.
There was even a bed
That looked like an old slipper.
With rips and tears
And a big, broken zipper.
In the kitchen was a bed
Like a big jar of honey.
Where he would buzz, not purr…
Just because it was funny.
Behind the glass panels
Of the dining room door
Was an upside-down stool
Where he would usually snore.
Under the covers
Was a favourite spot.
Although not one of his beds,
He still liked it a lot.
But, his favourite bed…
Once held clothing and socks.
And isn’t really a bed…
It’s a cardboard box!
THE END
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