Gert the cat

Gert the cat (Gert, Gert) Silly in his smart cat ways, yay Gray fur, but his charm's not dim Not the brightest, but we love him Laughs around when Gert's in play Trips, but lands on paws each day Gert's gone missing, check the closet door Brush of fur on shelves, his purr we can't ignore From the dark, his eyes like lanterns glow Few hours pass, Gert prances out the shadow (oh Gert) Tiny cracks, he slips right through (silly Gert) Pride intact, he struts on cue Girt Girt he's a Gort Girt Girt he's a Grit Girt Girt he's a Gubbit Girt Girt he's a Snubbit