Why I Am Not In Need of ANY More Cats

I have a cat. 
His name is Wu. 
Just last year we had 2.
I am allergic, there is that.
My Wu is fat, oh, he is fat.

The problem that makes me bitter.
Is the way he is with litter.
Around the house he tracks it.
Over the side of the box he makes a hit.
Remember me?
My allergies?
There is that.
My Wu is fat, oh, he is fat.

While his purr is sweet.
The litter gets into my feet.
When I comb him, sneeze.
When I touch him, wheeze.
My Wu is fat, oh, he is fat.

I have a cat.
His name is Wu.
Just last year we had 2.
But I look forward to the day.
When cats and litter go away.

(Does anyone want a cat who sometimes overshoots the litter box?)