What to write, she tensed and ponder,

While he played with her feet down under.

His fur is softer than any fur coat,

And he butts his head into my legs like a goat.

His eyes are pleading, but I gave him water,

So off to his food bowl I must saunter.

Little pellets pour out, and he pretends to eat,

But I know…he really wants a chewy treat.

Now comes sister begging for some love,

And she starts to purr like a dove.

Seems tonight just wrote this little piece.

Now it’s time to catch some of my own zees.