JP ShawTWAS the night before the kitty...
My kitties Christmas Wish
Twas my night before Christmas and I slink through the house.
Everyone asleep, I proceed chasing the mouse.
He stole all the cheese, the peanut butter cookies for Santa.
He drank all the beer and the orange glass of Fanta.
He's searching for sugar droppings, candy canes and treats.
When I catch him he's going to be a small lump of white meat.
I will chew on his tail, rip his fingers off one by one.
I will rip out his squeakers and even then I won't be done.
I will make him beg for mercy, bow down and worship my whiskers.
Cut a hole in heart with my owner's diamond shaped Fiskars.
He's been nothing but trouble, carrying all sorts of diseases.
He makes the little ones eyes water and gives him the sneezes.
He makes the nice lady who feeds me scream with a shrill.
He makes the man who pets me angry as I hunt for the kill.
But this year they will be free. This year they will be happy.
As they look through the house and see no more scrappy.
That darn mouse will be gone, vanished like the snow outside.
And my loved ones will know I was along for the ride.
For it's my job to keep my family safe at night.
I'm a tom cat and I won't back down from a fight.
I sneak up on him when I see he's not looking.
I'm ready to pounce. I'm fired up and cooking.
"Don't eat me," he whispers with a pleading frown.
I stop suddenly, my thrill to destroy slowing down.
"Why not?" I ask him, his tail caught between my paw.
"You're nothing but trouble," I say my voice angry and raw.
"I'm alone," he tells me. "You ate all my family you know."
I sigh heavily, toying with letting him go.
"It's Christmas", he says. "A time to care with all of your heart.
What would Santa say about you tearing a small innocent mouse apart?"
I thought for a moment at just what Santa would say?
Would he be angry with me for ending up this way?
Then with a gleam in my eyes and grin on my face.
I quickly gobbled up that mouse without any disgrace.
Christmas is also a time to enjoy what you eat.
And there's no way the fat man would deny me this tasty treat.
Merry Christmas! I whisper aloud as I slink back to my bed.
With dreams of a mouse free house dancing in my head.
Tomorrow is Christmas and I will find a treat in my dish.
Not that it matters I already got my Christmas wish.
Twas my night before Christmas and I slink through the house.
Everyone asleep, I proceed chasing the mouse.
He stole all the cheese, the peanut butter cookies for Santa.
He drank all the beer and the orange glass of Fanta.
He's searching for sugar droppings, candy canes and treats.
When I catch him he's going to be a small lump of white meat.
I will chew on his tail, rip his fingers off one by one.
I will rip out his squeakers and even then I won't be done.
I will make him beg for mercy, bow down and worship my whiskers.
He's been nothing but trouble, carrying all sorts of diseases.
He makes the little ones eyes water and gives him the sneezes.
He makes the nice lady who feeds me scream with a shrill.
He makes the man who pets me angry as I hunt for the kill.
But this year they will be free. This year they will be happy.
As they look through the house and see no more scrappy.
That darn mouse will be gone, vanished like the snow outside.
And my loved ones will know I was along for the ride.
For it's my job to keep my family safe at night.
I'm a tom cat and I won't back down from a fight.
I sneak up on him when I see he's not looking.
I'm ready to pounce. I'm fired up and cooking.
"Don't eat me," he whispers with a pleading frown.
I stop suddenly, my thrill to destroy slowing down.
"Why not?" I ask him, his tail caught between my paw.
"You're nothing but trouble," I say my voice angry and raw.
"I'm alone," he tells me. "You ate all my family you know."
I sigh heavily, toying with letting him go.
"It's Christmas", he says. "A time to care with all of your heart.
I thought for a moment at just what Santa would say?
Would he be angry with me for ending up this way?
Then with a gleam in my eyes and grin on my face.
I quickly gobbled up that mouse without any disgrace.
Christmas is also a time to enjoy what you eat.
And there's no way the fat man would deny me this tasty treat.
Merry Christmas! I whisper aloud as I slink back to my bed.
With dreams of a mouse free house dancing in my head.
Tomorrow is Christmas and I will find a treat in my dish.
Not that it matters I already got my Christmas wish.
