The 'C' Limerick.

The aforementioned astute reader (does he/she/it exist?) will have guessed that the next limerick of the series (incidentally the Limerick is unusual in English verse forms in being almost entirely accentual in its organization, rather than, as with most English verse forms, accentual/syllabic) will be about an animal whose generic name begins with 'C'. Obviously, the cat:

I never much cared for the Cat;
his life seemed so terribly flat:
when not chasing a mouse
he’d just hang round the house,
where he sat on the mat, and that’s that.

If I feel up to it I'll give you a 'D' tomorrow.
COMMENT, somebody, for heavens sake, or at least mine.