Kit-Kat had found that catnip was just no longer worth the trip,

But, on a sill in mum’s bedroom, she quite fancied the spekboom,

Which she was neither supposed to eat or rub on her paw-feet,

So, after a sip of milk, she went to find that kind of ilk.

First, down the roof hot and tin, then up the cliff as dry as gin,

Kitty searched with all her clout up, down, across the sandy mount.

“Meow, this sucks! You lent a ninth life to a coarse course—pawing rife!”

Then, her tail pointed west, so kitty redirected her quest.

There, she found oasis patch, not of clovers, but lucky catch!

She fell into the bed of green, slept day-and-a-half serene.

When she finally did arise? Ate her sheets. Enjoyed more highs.

Appeased in both mind and gut, next steps will learn to plant and cut! ; )

Upon branches, sounds coati’s pitter,

Having ascended through valley’s clitter.

For canopy provides both fruit and shade,

Whereas lea unmasks each attempt to fade.

No worries here re an afternoon fail

With this both focused face and balanced tail. ; )

When it rains grains,

Each duck hopes luck

Will fit the bill.

Up-crushed crackers?

Holy smackers!

Rolled bits of cred?

Gossular bread!

Sesame snacks?

Gratitude quacks!

Swim quick to lick

Fave nosh, by gosh,

‘Fore teal does steal! ; )

Within a dream of place somewhere,

I, milieu’s maiden, bright and fair,

Espy a figure on a mare,

Adorned by blade on fancy wear,

Gent of class with mettle to spare,

Finest of any mousquetaire,

To cross this path of lady’s care,

As her humbled heart’s silenced blare,

Hopes for bonding exchange to share,

Even as shied bright eyes down-stare,

In a moment as true as rare,

That turns bravely from one to pair. ; )

“Why hello, Miss Sparkles.” I cooed. “Guess what?”

“Mow?”

“I picked up this tome at the used-books store and, as I opened the cover, I had to double-take because there is a cat depicted in the doublure who looks just like you!” I exclaimed.

“Mew?”

“I do not think you will like the content written, but would you like to sit on my lap and I will create-tell a story for you based upon the cover’s art?” I queried.

“Purrr, purrr.”

“Great!” I affirmed. “You go use your box and I will put on some slipper-socks and I will meet you by the tower at four so that we can have feline time with cuddles and lore. ; )