Today’s entry in Purrsday Poetry comes from Jasper Smith:How fuzzy can one little kitten be?
I just need to give her a squeeze
Is it too much to ask, too much to plea,
That she stops melting my heart, please?
Those precious toes, and spots of cream,
Ears perking when she hears her name,
Trills from her mouth when she wakes from a dream,
Howls, and those squawks when we don’t play her games.
Mews and sad cries when we don’t fill the bowl,
Those twinkling green eyes full of expression,
Mostly annoyance with her humans’ progression
Too slow, and our folly does take a toll.
Is it too much to ask that she stop demanding?
How can this tiny ball of fluff
Continue to sooth my soul, my love withstanding
When she’s such a pain in the butt?