I'm crashing through your living room
without a care left in my fur.

Everything's a thud and blur
because I'm all about the ball:

it hit the couch, bounced off the broom.
I cannot sniff it out at all.

It doesn't matter:  there's the cat!
Today I'll show him where it's at.

He's sly, so fast.  Where did it go?
Sorry, Michelangelo!

I'll blame the cat for - what's that sound?
Is that your car coming around?

Ripped pillows, mud:  can I deny?
Act cute.  Give paw.  At least I'll try!