Rhyming is similar to “Cat In The Hat” but the rhymes work with night, tight, right, etc..
My Cat Is a Hat
(a rhyming tale of nightly mischief)
Each night when the moon starts to shine silver light,
And I fluff up my pillow and say, “Sleep sounds right,”
I hear a soft thump and a mischievous spat —
It’s my tomcat again… and he’s being a hat.
He prowls through the hallway with ninja-like grace,
Then leaps like a rocket — right up to my face!
He spins once or twice till he’s comfy and tight,
Then settles on top of my head for the night.
A fuzzball of trouble, all whiskers and pride,
He purrs like a Harley and won’t move aside.
He stretches his toes, his belly goes flat,
And now I’m the throne for a tomcat hat.
Some nights he’s gentle, all cozy and light,
A warm furry cap that just feels sorta right.
But other nights — buddy — he’s rude and he’s bold,
And I wake up half-smothered in whiskers and cold.
He’ll park his whole backside, no shame, not a bit,
Right over my forehead — I sneeze from the… sit.
I groan and I wiggle, I plead and I frown,
But he’s the king of my cranium crown.
At times he will vanish — off chasing a sound,
Or knocking stuff over while tearing around.
But just when I think that I’ve gotten off light…
He returns with a flop — on my head — late at night.
I once wore a helmet, a cap made of tin,
He scratched at it, hissed, and still settled in.
I offered a pillow. He looked at me flat.
“No thanks,” said his eyes. “Your head is where it’s at.”
He twitches and snores and he dreams of a chase,
While drooling a little — right into my face.
But even when gross or obnoxiously fat,
I love him to bits — my tomcat hat.