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?”
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.
Sammy seems a bit confused,
With a puzzled look upon her face.
You see, I laid down on the couch,
Not on my recliner so I am out of place.
Sammy is running around the place,
Like some furry, crazy nut.
She leaps from the top rope of my dresser,
Down on my sleeping butt.
Celebrating the New Year,
Since old one couldn’t last.
Sammy says, “As long as you’re up,
How about some Kitty Breakfast?”
Truth is I’m getting older,
Full of aches and stiffness.
Yet I still leap out of bed,
Bright and early every Christmas.