Old Horace Old Horace lives with me. When he comes home

Old Horace Old Horace lives with me. When he comes home at three, He knocks at the door, He rolls on the floor And comes to sit with me. He watches my TV, He sits right on my knee, He takes a nap Upon my lap. Thats where he likes to be. Old Horace drink a lot; He drinks right from the pot; His favourite drink Is milk,I think; He likes it when its hot. He eats food from a can, He lkes it just one way; It doesnt last; He finishes fast, He eats it every day. He always catches birds, He doesnt say a word. He looks at one And starts to run. He catches it for fun. Old Horace isnt snort, Old Horace isnt fat. Hes very sweet, He has four feet. Old Horace is my cat! найдите тут глаглы прожедшего медли