Sam and I have been inseparable,

Sleeping on me or near me with a little kitty smirk,

She’s going to be quite devastated,

When on Monday I go back to work.

01/03/2025

She purrs really loud,

When you’re skritching her ears.

Yet her tiny little claws,

Will bring you to tears.

Santa Sam has stolen my chair!

(Again)

12/13/2025

Samantha and I were resting our eyes,

After dinner in my reclining chair.

An hour or so later, I woke with a shiver,

For Sammy was no longer there!

Where did she go?  My mind was still foggy,

It was clearly quite difficult to think.

When Sam jumped on the chair, with her best kitty stare,

She had only hopped off for a drink.

11/23/2025

Where there were timely tales to tell,

We’d send town criers or bards.

Even though it is not Thanksgiving,

Should I send out Christmas Cards?

11/16/2025

My big old behind is in my chair,

And I’m not going anywhere.

Sam might howl or she might mao,

But I’m not moving anyhow.

She could be mad, probably just jelly,

Never mind, she’s taking a nap on my belly.

11/02/2025

The Holiday season is going full-swing,

And what do you think about that?

Some say it’s too early for my Santa suit,

So I’m going to try a different hat.

11/01/2025

The guidance counselor never mentioned this option,

Just scientist, cowboy, sociopath, barnstormer.

But after all these years, my true talent shines through,

As a sub-zero, ice-cold kitty toe warmer.

10/25/2025