decorating a Christmas Cat
we decorated the living room, bathrooms, bedrooms and TV
Threw tinsel on the ceiling, decorated the toilet with pure glee.
Christmas comes but once a year, so we do it up the best we can.
The cat was hiding from the festivities behind a big blue fan.
“There he is!” a grandchild cried, and the chase was on.
They chased Poindexter upstairs for grandma Carolyn Lee was gone.
When she returned they had decorated her angry cat.
Got scratched up too, deserved it, blood on the welcome mat.
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