The cat has realized he has been going about this thing all wrong at his sea. I need to make Blabber want to ship Pat back here to me. So what better way then to give some dVerse reasons to do so. For Pat must be boring her by now at her show. He has no ability to rhyme like the cat. Poor poor Pat. Read this Blabber and send him back. Last chance before the cat goes on the attack.
You can have a dog,
You can have a hog.
Go buy a shoe,
Or maybe even two.
For Pat is a cheap skate,
Doesn't eat much on his plate.
Such a bad date,
See your fate?
Better luck with that hawk,
Even if it makes you squawk.
Or some other animal at your zoo,
For Pat is full of poo.
That means bs,
Just in case you could not guess.
Think I'm wrong?
Remember the zebra thong?
Plus he doesn't mind Braveheart.
Knows the Goodnight John Boy part,
Of those people on the mountain,
And does childrens books with a magic fountain.
He steals your stinky bum phrase,
Knows one too many movie plays.
Isn't just a mutt person like you,
Which makes the cat blue.
Not really as it means send him back,
Stop causing the cat flack.
With this Tarsier Man nut,
Making me hang on a Speedy Moose butt.
Dealing with that loud mouth strat,
A word made up by Pat.
See! He can't even talk right,
Isn't that a fright?
Hmm what else can there be,
To get him sent back to my sea.
I suppose there is one,
That would not cause you fun.
He left catnip on the floor,
For a whole week at our shore.
What is that I hear?
Pat is coming near!
Ha! I can stop now, as it seems Blabber had a cow and sent Pat back. From what I hear he has hitched a flight back to our shack. That was easier than trying to deal with Tarsier Man, Drazin and the Speedy Moose. Blabber has set Pat loose. No more nanny's for Miss Priss and the cat. Too many damn cats at their mat. Blabber put up a sign telling Pat not to trespass and never make him again leave my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.