Sundae and the Sunday Paper

Her name is Sundae, with four white paws... Whatever her scheme whatever her cause If I scan the newspaper, digesting the news My effort is vain, ...there is simply no use! Perhaps it is Sundae's practical joke... It seems that this cat has a strong jealous streak! For she prods and she pokes, craving my strokes She pokes holes in the paper....hops onto my knees Purring with ease....getting under my chin...with her Cheshire grin Pushing aside, or squeezing within She paws at my paper, this pesky dear pet Requiring attention, till her own needs are met! If I’m scanning a letter, there's a page to be read I must stop what I'm doing, and love her instead! It's all in her skill...wrinkled papers.....her thrill... She's a sassy old cat, jealous lover, in fact...it's as simple as that! .................................