A poem for Belle

I have a black cat
And her name is belle
She really likes to eat
So her poo poo really smells.

Sometimes she gets frisky
And runs all through the house
She’s a curious little kitty
Not much bigger than a mouse.

Sometimes she likes to fetch
And flip and purr and scratch
And sometimes when I sleep
Its my feet that she attacks

And her tongue is pink and scratchy
When she kisses me sometimes
So I wake up and feed her
To stop her pouty cries.