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Tiger, tiger in our tree. I see him looking out at me. Who knew, when kitten found that he….Would make his home a Christmas tree?
When first he shimmied up the tree…He was a kit, 2 oz, pound three,…Now 15 pounds, give or take…His climb doth cause the tree to quake.
He is the smartest cat of all…and with his polydactyl claws..He knocks ornaments off with fury…Picking them up makes me weary.
Tiger coos with delight…As he climbs up past the lights…Then hubby cries out with a mighty shout…Tiger, from the tree get out!
Then Mr. Tiger takes a flight…Over all the Christmas lights…Like a sparrow, like a robin…He just makes those lights go wobblin’
Mr. Tiger, in our tree…Why did you climb up so high? Did you think you are a bird? Did you think that you could fly?
Tiger, tiger, in our tree…Again I see him look out at me…Who knew, when kitten found, that he…Would make his home a Christmas tree?
annkilter 
I am still working on verse three. Tiger is an orange tabby.
I have three more ornaments at my house to deck your tree. 4 dogs, some chickens and ducks, turtles, fish….But you can start with our three cats.
We have five cats already (It’s a long story as to how we got that many – for most of our married life, we have been a two-cat family), and a dog. Tiger’s sister, Anna used to climb the tree when she was a kitten, but she gave it up when she grew up. Our oldest cat (11 years), still climbs the tree once in a while. 🙂
Love it.
Thank you. The writing process was very entertaining to the whole family. 🙂