fat cat

My cat sits here daily, thinking of her lover, reciting this ancient Chinese love poem in her head.

Plums are falling,
Seven are the fruits;
Many men want me,
Let me have a fine one.

Plums are falling
Three are the fruits;
Many men want me;
Let me have a steady one.

Plums are falling,
Catch them in the basket;
Many men want me,
Let me be bride of one.

No, I do not think like my cat.