Here are two limericks my person wrote about me recently.

There was a once a grey cat sublime
Who had long white whiskers so fine
He looked down his nose
While I counted his toes
and cried all twenty-eight are mine.



I once had a tomcat cat named Ed
Who cried all night long to be fed
His belly grew so big
He was mistook for a pig
And off to market, he was led.

Nobody ever said she was good at limericks, but at least she tries.