FAT CAT FRED

My Cat doesn’t understand time
Clocks mean nothing to him
It’s not like he doesn’t get fed
No one would nickname him Slim

My Cat seems to know on the dot
Never ever confused
When breakfast and dinner is served
Maybe the Dog gives him clues

He stands on my chest and meows
6:30 on the clock
His whiskers all over my face
I’m happy my Cat can’t talk

I truly don’t think that my Cat
We call him Fat Cat Fred
Has any clue that on weekends
I’d just like to stay in bed

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Fat Cat Fred is the name of my first published book of Silly Kids Poems. But while Fat Cat Fred appears in one of my illustrations, I realized that I did not actually have a poem ABOUT Fat Cat Fred... so here it is.