Kitty Kisses Poem by Leila Samarrai

Fluffy, curly-headed, looney ball!
He jumps upward and bounces off the walls.
Thwack! (Kerplunk)
Then he curls up, snoring in his sleep.
(Huuuuuuuhh. guhrrrrrrr huuuu grrrr grrrgrrr…..siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…)
He is such a such a noble cat!

Sometimes I call him Gerard Erickson.
Sometimes I call him Sanders Pennington.
He speaks, cat, dog, human:
'Tomcat, are you going to eat the dog's leg, perhaps? ' (rub, rub, up-tail)
'Sspurr -ior! But.. I would paw - fer beef steak.'
(Huuuuuuuhh. guhrrrrrrr huuuu grrrrr)
'Are the chicken wings too bad for you? '
(blglglblglllgbbblglblgllbgglgllghghghghh)
A roasted mouse in the microwave?
'Disa-purr-! , slave! "
(P - KIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHH! ! !)

Before that, scratch my elevator - butt!
Then he turns, in Dead Mousie pose, and clumsily mumbles orders:
'Open My door'
'Close My Window'
'No, do some 'Prairie-Doggin''!
'Do some Cat - Dance! '
Both left feet moving
Then
Both right feet moving
'Walk like a cat, you, clumsy camel!
Think like a cat!
More kitty - like! That's it.
More kitty - like.
More more cattitude!
You have no style, let's get you to ballet! '
He sings soprano (Mrrrowwww. Mrrowwww. mrrrrrowwwww.)

'Merry Meow Birthday, my Batler, where are you?
Happy Meow, too you, too!
Fetch me my slippers!
Pass on my reading glasses!
I have to get my higher degree.
Heeeeeeere kittykitttykittikitttykitty!
Heeeeeeere kittykitttykittikitttykitty!
Heeeeeeere kittykitttykittikitttykitty!
Go kitty! ...Off'

Winding Up
Digging In
Revving Up
Once he is in his cat - cradle
I am telling him tales to his fluffy tail
He is my, fur real, Claw-some friend
He is my dearest and purrrr-fect son
Arm to paw
Cheek to cheek
Heart to heart
Lips to muzzle (mwahhhh)
(Lub-dub...lubdub....lub-dub... Lubdub....)