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Grown-up Cat Marty is now a grown-up cat. He is all of six months old And has his new cat collar To keep the fleas away. He still lies on my chest and licks my face. In the morning I give him Biscuits and water. No milk. He gets his catfood in the evening Before he goes out the catflaps exploring. He sleeps all day Somewhere in the dishevelled house, Although he attacks his scratching post When I come downstairs in the morning. He is the best of cats. Always interested. With his grey coat and white paws, white chest and half a white moustache. He still likes to play with his black mouse. Dunking it in his food And bringing it to me to throw for him to retrieve. And he scratches the furniture. Naughty boy. He is a proper grown-up cat. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%