BY MISS KITTY GOOD GIRL

.....the garage door! She's home.
I'll meet her at the door --
my curiosity, you know.
She always says, "Hi Miss Kitty Good Girl!"
A little high cry will tell her
"I'm helpless here alone.
Where have you been?"
She's mine. I rub her legs, her feet, her shoes,
sprawl seductively in front of her.
I nibble her feet, lick her toes,
wrap my soft furry white legs around her ankles.
She will reach for me, pick me up,
snuggle my face, and I'll wriggle away.
We like a quiet place.
I'm always alert and full of fright
for unpredictable squealing grandchildren.
Is there a cat who has not felt the pain
of a child fascinated by a swishing tail?
I have been known to do a pirouette mid-air,
and streak out of sight.

Gail adds, "I'm grateful to return to Miss Kitty and my own bed."