His mom set a diet:
Four crunchies, no cheese.
But Frat would just cry
"More food mom, Meow, plllllease."
When mom would leave at night for her job,
the kitty would ponder,
plot, scheme and sob.
Way up on the counter
His crunchies did lie.
If he could only reach them,
(If he could just fly.)
He'd jump and he'd shuffle
Till the corner he'd reach.
Tip the bag over and
have quite a feast.
Aunt Helen would visit
and see this strange sight.
Orlando flopped over
all stuffed for the night.
She'd pick up the bag put it back in its place.
Saying: "Wait till you see your mom's surprised face!"
Mom would come home and fall right to sleep.
For days this went on
(From aunt Helen, not a peep.)
The Frat-A-Tat Cat kept helping himself,
'til one day he was too big to reach up to the shelf.
Mom and aunt Helen spoke early one day.
The problem must stop, right away!
They came home to find Frat in a heap.
No food in his bowl, no more to eat.
"Have you learned your lesson Frat-A-Tat-Cat?
You're now the size of three immense cats."
Orlando got up and in moms arms he purred,
"I'm so ashamed...prrrr...I've acted absured..."
He'd play with the ball and from then on they'd pounce.
Slowly loosing his weight ounce by ounce.
He could jump he could leap
and the shelf he could soon reach.
One day he jumped up to have JUST A SMIDGE,
Only to find it was now on top of the fridge!