Kittyfied
A tiny fuzzy ball of fur
The family thinks the world of her
She goes racing down the hall
Bouncing like a rubber ball
She’s very easily amused
A ball of string is all that’s used
She rubs your leg to show affection
And hisses at her own reflection
Even I think that she’s sweet
Except for when she bites my feet
She is ornery that’s for certain
Especially when she climbs a curtain
I’ve vowed that I'll get rid of her
When she scratches on the furniture
But then she’ll come and nuzzle me
When I sit down to watch TV
The anger is all put to rest
When she comes to lie upon my chest
And starts to purr her kitten song
As if she has done nothing wrong
No matter just how hard I’ve tried
I’m afraid that I’ve been kittyfied
Copyright © Stephen Washam | Year Posted 2010
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