Those tiny little kitty feet,
Underneath the chair.
Sammy thinks I do not notice,
But I know that she’s there.
Sammy seems to be in a mood,
And I guess that I am too.
She wants to have an early dinner,
But I’m watching Scooby-Doo!
Sammy is rather displeased with me,
Worse than that time my splashing got her wet.
But it only happens once a year,
When we go for her rabies shot at the vet.
Serenely watching the sunrise,
Ice-cold Diet Dr Pepper in my cup.
Sammy rolls over, looks at me and says,
“Man, why are you even up?”
Some people must watch too much TV,
And it turns their brains to confetti.
In what reality would people put,
Cut up hot dogs into spaghetti?
Sammy jumped onto my belly,
Gripping with her sharp, tiny claws.
But what really took my breath away,
Was those ice-cold little paws.
Stomping around in a foot of snow,
Did a number on my old trick knee.
So I laid down to stretch it out,
And Sammy took a nap on me.
Whomever wrote, “Like kittens in the snow,”
Must have thought it a fantastic bit.
So I took Sammy outside to play,
My wounds prove she did not like it.