My Five!

Gypsy, Gao, Mouse, Gizmo
and then there’s Wickett our smallest kitty,
One, two, three and four and five,
they’re so frisky, so alive.

Gypsy is my number one,
A couple of years old and so much fun.
Purrs and snuggles on my shoulder,
she's kind of stuck up but a little bit older.
She meows for water from the sink,
I turn it on, for her to drink.

Goa is my number two,
proud and handsome, I tell you!
He prances like a little pony,
and you know what? That’s no baloney.
He guards the others from above,
and sometimes gives a little shove.

Mouse is my number three,
chubby, plump as one can be.
Always cleaning, always licking,
he tries to run but his paws keep sticking.
He keeps on searching for a hand,
to scratch under his collar band.

Gizmo is my number four,
always eating, more and more.
Loves to snack on lots of munchies,
Tender Vittles and some crunchies.
Begging, pleading, day and nights.
"Give me crunchies, or I’ll bite!"

Wickett is my number five,

He jumps, rolls over, takes a dive.
Up my back, onto my shoulder,
he's getting from shy to a little bit bolder.
Then he jumps to catch a fly,
He's six months old, my sweetie pie.

Gypsy, Gao, Mouse, Gizmo,
and there’s Wickett our smallest kitty.
Five, four, three and two and one,
I love my kitty cats, they’re so much fun.