by Amanda Dcosta

Created on: October 13, 2009   Last Updated: October 27, 2009

Brutus / Uterus: Make Up Your Mind!

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Here is a tale of a cat from home

Who never bothered when any one called

The name that he was given.

Or was it he tried to tell us his preference?

His name was Uterus. No, Brutus, in fact.

The house maid could never pronounce it right

We never corrected nor told her his name

After we heard her again and again.

Poor Brutus, or Uterus, I wonder if he

Knew that his name was a tongue twister, for she

Spoke a different tongue, and it 'mused us so

We'd laugh and laugh our guts right out.

Brutus was a lazy cat

Who'd sit around doing nothing but

Eat and sleep and sleep and eat

The dogs eyed him as real treat.

Every dog has its day, it's said

But what if it's Brutus, then what of that?

He got his chance to clear his name

Would he jump to it or consider it insane?

The cabinet shut, was all a mess

The food inside was contaminated

A rat had made its way inside

And found a lovely place to hide.

The plastic jars were chewed into

The biscuit packs were eaten through

The baby food was a disaster to see

The shelf was just so darn oily.

We didn't know how to deal with that

Did we need a rat trap or a glue pad?

To have Brutus catch it, was never thought of

Coz he just never moved whenever we'd want.

Brutus sat as if he was deaf

We called out Brutus! , but he paid no heed

Then to the rescue she came and said

Oh Uterus, Uterus, and he lifted his head.

With one swift move he jumped into

The cabinet we opened for him

Just wide enough to let him through

And before we knew it, he was out again.

We jumped around, to view him better

Brutus was finally a rat catcher.

He won his game, between his teeth

Our Uterus, that day, achieved his feat.

And then it struck me plain and clear

Of Brutus he was never sure,

But Uterus he loved to be

And that's what his name would finally be.

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