The cat who wouldn't use his tray

They were smitten,
When they saw this kitten.
They picked him out and took him home, making one stop,
To buy him food, a bowl and a bed at the pet shop.
As well as some litter and a tray,
I should remember to also say.

They got him home and they set him free.
The first thing he did was have a pee.
Right upon the kitchen floor,
A smell not easy to ignore.
As if that wasn't quite enough,
He did a lot of other stuff.

For example, he liked to poo,
In someone's slipper, boot or shoe.
At first they didn't really mind,
They thought," He'll settle in with time."
They tried to set him on the grit,
To see if he'd get used to it.

But this fussy little kitty,
Found the litter was too gritty.
He found it harsh on his posterior,
and that it was much inferior,
To a carpet, or rug, or bed,
So he chose to use those instead.

The people soon got quite frustrated,
With the mess the cat created.
They couldn't understand the way,
He just refused to use his tray.
And they got sick of finding traces,
Of toilet business in strange places.

One day they'd had enough of it,
They thought it really was unfit,
To have a cat that wouldn't stay,
And have a poo upon his tray.
They agreed one fateful day
The cat would have to go away.

And, so early the next very morning,
Without food and without warning,
They put the cat into the car,
And drove away, they went quite far.
They threw the cat out by a field.
They drove away and felt relieved.


Hello. This is the first draft for a thing I might turn into a little illustrated book, primaraly for my Mum as a Christmas present, but ultimately I think it could make a nice little book for children, as it will have a moral at the end about how pets are a responsibility you take on, regardless of their "idiosyncrasies."
It needs a couple more verses. I was thinking, the cat finds its way home (because I have heard cats can do this) and the people feel really guilty and eventually they learn to get along because the people realise the cat just didn't like the particular kind of litter they were buying, or something like that. And they all live happily ever after.

The illustrations might look a bit like this...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/michaeldunnartist/2336644065/


Sorry I can't post the picture here, as other than the original, it only exists on Flickr, and they don't even let you steal images of your own work off their site. Fascists!

Also, sorry I haven't finished it tonight, but I feel I need to sleep on it before coming up with the ending.
Then I need to edit it a bit, probably. Rhyming things were never my strong point.