A Sonnet for my Cat

Oh, Cookie Dough, my kitten fair and sweet—

I love you but you’re driving me bezerk

By yerping in a puddle ‘neath my feet

And mewling until dawn on days I work.

It’s cute you want to cuddle me and purr,

But why’s it always when I need to write?

My keyboard doubles for a coat of fur,

But if I try to move you, there’s a fight.

You hear the cracking open of a can

And smell fresh tuna from a mile away,

And yet you feign confusion at my plan

To lure you from your nap for catnip play.

Yet, after all this nonsense, I still know

I’d never trade you in or let you go.