Jackson a kitten once rat-like
Grew to a size much more cat-like
She was pleasant when new
But annoying she grew,
No longer the kitten that I liked.
She whines at my feet without ending
Tripping me often upending
When her body is stuck
Between strides and she’s struck
By my feet, to the air the cat sending.
She’s constantly moving, in motion,
Back and forth, to and fro, locomotion.
She’s devoid of content,
A source of eternal commotion.
An Olympian hairball contender,
Licking her fur ‘til she renders
The flooring hirsute,
The gold in pursuit,
‘Til each hair she has swallowed surrenders.
She walks on your back while you’re sleeping,
On your face, should you snore, she is creeping.
A companion disturbed,
Her gift to perturb
The one to whom she owes her keeping.