There once was a blue skeleton in a closet
Who had a blue bucket full of goo
A curious cat fell in the vat 
And became blue too

The cat was shocked
I'm wet
I'm gooey
I'm blue
So the cat did the only thing the cat could

He flew
He flew out of the bucket
And out of the closet too
With a glowing blue streak 
He bounced off the ceiling
Painting the bedroom all blue

He rubbed a streak down the hallway wall
He left tracks down the stairway banister
He splattered all over the bookshelves
He repainted all the family photographs

He walked with stiff legs to the shower
A leaky tub drip didn't clean him
He rolled in the dirty towels
And in the clean ones

He loped into the kitchen 
And left blue goo all over the counter
And the stove
And the clean and dirty dishes
And he left the kitchen sink water running
He didn't like water

He went to the laundry room and crawled in the dryer
And rolled around in the clothes that were there
A dryer sheet got stuck to his rump
And a clump of blue came off on a shirt sleeve

The blue cat was getting tired
And sticky and spiky 
And dejected about being blue
So he too a nap on the sofa
He thought that the couch looked better 
With a nice even pattern 
So he rolled around a bit too

Then it was back to the closet
To have a nice chat with the skeleton
Out came unsheathed claws
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch
He sharpen his claws on it's tibia and fibula
He bit a metacarpal too
That's what you get for sharing your blue

The moral of the story
If there is one
Is that this cat doesn't want to be blue with you