Now Who's Been Nicking My Couch

The slouch is on my couch! No, not me. It's Mister Purry. I've been unseated, now defeated, I face a loss of space. I am bereft at this grand theft. One can't endure the indignity of sitting in a chair. It happened overnight. The sight Of him pretending to be me now drives me batty. Shall I be rude, intrude And interrupt his sleep which seems suspiciously deep (I'm sure I saw a flicker from that naughty nicker) Or shall I call on God to oust this insolent person (er sorry, couldn't get a rhyme, well not this time) I can't do any more so lying on the floor Is what I'm at with the patience of a cat. A lesson learned is knowledge earned I mutter as evilly I consider Future plans to spike his guns. A pile of books strategically placed would cook His goose. I knew they'd be some use One day instead of slouching in my Library!