Coffee the Cat

Coffee, the cat thought
Was a terrible name
Surely one more regal was owed
To a cat of great fame

Yet Coffee the cat she was
Thanks to a fall one fateful day
When little more than a kitten
On a windowsill she lay

Stretching and taking in the sun
Batting at a fly going round
Overbalancing as kittens often do
And landing in coffee freshly ground

Oh, the shame that she felt!
Oh, how her tail did twitch!
And since then the name that is hers
A name she wishes to switch!

Now Coffee the cat lies again sunbathing
Her kittenhood years behind her
But every so often someone will dare to remind
She bites them, really it's kinder!