I love the little daffodils,
So yellow and so pale.
Tried showing them to Sammy,
But she just twitched her tail.
She kneads me like a lump of dough,
To halt her is quite the silly faux pas.
For ne’er would I ever wish to experience
A Christmas without Sammy’s claws…
My Birthday is on Christmas,
That’s quite a double-whammy!
But I don’t need any fancy gifts,
Just want to snuggle with my Sammy.
Often unsure, but one thing I know,
As positive as a cation.
When Sammy and I play ribbon you see,
She turns into a mighty wild lion!
So cold outside that it might snow,
And alas, I have nary a mitten.
When I come in to warm my hands,
I pet my fuzzy little kitten!