Where Is Poindexter

Could not find the kitty again; called her, she was too smart to meow. At the top of the Christmas tree; dog told me with his gruff bow wow. She was above two of my favorite glass bulbs, posed precariously. Purple bulb from Russia, and my Gold K bulb from Grandma McPhee. I removed them before I coaxed cat, who did not want to climb down. Dog barking furiously now, he is a mighty hunter, this three hand hound. Give me a break I told him, chasing him away from the Christmas tree. I urged Poindexter to dismount; she was a head or two taller than me. Poindexter knew she was in a heck of a fix, but she could not move. So I put on some music, and I began to sway, shimmy and groove. That did not work so I put some wet cat food on a plate. The dog ran out from the kitchen and carried it off; what a mate! Cat nip someone whispered inside my brain, it was the cat fairy! So I sprinkled some around the rug at the bottom, it blew up kind of airy. Poindexter was down fast, tree shook and quaked. She was very meek. Had talk we always have, as it was her third time up there this week.