“Thar be cats of plenty, thar, in that row over thar, see?”“ Gun Roswell

Cats, in a row

One cat, two cats, three cats, in a neat row
One of them, soon, the others will try to tow
Because this is not a boat with oars to row

But that is neither here nor even there for this ditty
As the most important thing in this are the kitties
So, before this turns to something completely shitty

Moving along then, some rhyme finding…

The cats now neatly sitting, each other, are licking
Still in a tight formation, from that never slipping
They groom, they purr, they love, they slur, they sleep

This is a family of three, a kitty litter by all means
Tight together, through thick and thin, or so it seems
When, food time beckons, the matter all forgotten

Then each of them trying to rush and get to the plate
To make sure they get the best treats before it’s too late
Even if there is always plenty of grub to consume

But it is what it is, as there will be no trouble blooming
Since the eldest of them, always gets first bite without assuming
And the peace between these three, is kept without a miss