My Talking Cat!

Litter box, litter box, so nice and clean,
I have to go, like you have never seen.
I'm going to climb right on in,
And grunt and groan as I begin.

As my poor little inners begin doing their thing,
As I feel better, you'll hear me sing.
As my inners are done with the work they do,
I scratch my sand to cover my poo.

My master smells the poo, I have done,
Now to clean it up, the stinky fun.
With rubber gloves and clothes-pinned nose,
To stop the germs and the smell that arose.

At least I am a cat, that's litter box trained,
I don't leave my owners’ carpets soiled and stained!