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Fat Fred
Fred is my fat cat
He’s eating all the time
When he isn’t eating
He’s sleeping on that bed of mine.
The only time he ever goes out
Is to the garden for a wee
But dad always gets so cross
When he gets stuck up in the tree.
He finds it hard to catch things
Even a tiny little mouse
He isn’t fast enough to catch it
So he waddles back to the house.
Then he will eat some more
And goes to sleep somewhere
As mum curses and shouts
The sofa is covered in hair.
Then he will eat some more
And goes to sleep on my bed
you see that is a normal day
From the life of my fat Fred.
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