Saint Sadie

I’m in front of her writing

Hands I lick while they’re typing

Personal space, what’s that?

I’m just a curious cat!

Meowing until she looks

Pushing my head on her books

I want to be the center

But only in the Winter

As well as in the Summer

And it really would be a bummer

If in the Spring and Fall

I couldn’t be princess of the ball

So all year round

I’ll wear my crown

And she’ll just pet me 

Every time I asky

She pushed me to the side?

I won’t give up and hide!

No way I’m right back

Until she gives me a snack

Then I’ll forget she exists

Touch me and I’ll hiss

And I’ll even get demanding

Telling her about my fanny

Won’t poop in the box, it’s full

Won’t take her no-scoop bull

If she gets a little POed

I’ll talk in cat code

Purring real loud

No way she can frown

Turning on my charm

Turns off her alarm

Since I got the royal bow

I think I’ll nap now

November 22,2011

Dedicated to our aging cat Sadie