My Dirty Old Cat

My Dirty Old Cat

There’s a dirty old cat with a scruffy coat,

She smells like a dumpster, and that’s no joke.

Her fur is tangled, with bits of grime,

She prowls through the house, taking her time.

Her whiskers twitch with a sneaky flair,

As she leaps on the couch without a care.

She smells of wet socks, of old rubber boots,

Of forgotten corners and half-eaten fruits.

Her paws leave marks on the kitchen floor,

And she naps in places where no one dares explore.

A mix of mud, and fish gone bad,

The smell of mischief, and life gone mad.

Yet despite her stench, I can’t help but smile,

For this smelly old cat has her own special style.

She’s a wild, dirty thing, but still, she’s mine,

A little too stinky, but always just fine.