My cat goes flying through the air
from over here to over there.
He lands and runs right back, and then
goes flying through the air again.

I didn't used to see him fly,
like Superkitty, through the sky.
He used to only lie around
upon my bed or on the ground.

But now he's like an acrobat;
the coolest ever flying cat.
And how'd he get this great result?
He built himself a catapult.

--Kenn Nesbitt

This poem appears in the book
The Tighty-Whitey Spider