We named her Miss Sundae, our cat with a cause
She looks like a princess in 'Dairy Queen' sauce ...
(Vanilla ice cream, and butterscotch paws)
A calico lady of gold, brown and white
Her royalty reigns every day, every night
It's a ritual for her to sit on the back of the chair
Always there, near the desk, where I'm trying to write
While I'm sipping my coffee, she'll bask in the light
I'll scan the newspaper, digesting the news
But such effort's in vain, ...it is simply no use!
To read today's headlines, and the stories, so bleak
the economy's headaches, or the news of the week
Perhaps it is Sundae's practical joke...
She may have a bit of a jealous streak!
For she prods and she pokes, craving my strokes
She pokes holes in the paper....hops on 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, her needs must be met!
If I'm reading a book, or there's a needle to thread
I must stop what I'm doing, and love her instead!
She creates a distraction, demands satisfaction
If a computer's in use....she needs no excuse
To lie on the keyboard....whatever her muse
It's all in her skill...with her purring.....I'm still...
At her mercy....my feline, she's a furry old cat
But I love her, my Sundae.......it's as simple as that!
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