Cats are button pushers,
They will at least two be the death of me,
Black is like Seymour,
‘Feed me!’
Sophie sneaks where told not to go!
Over and over!
Sadie nudges further up,
I awoke this morning like I had a cat muff on,
Now Sadie is the second car to give the baby Chester a bath,
But when I awake,
At least three will be upon my wolf blanket,
Goodnight all.