My Little Cat

My little cat likes to look up at the window.
I don't know why,
we've covered it with blinds.

It used to be because of the birds,
but they have all gone.
Yet, she still looks.

She always after my ice cream.
She pokes her head above the table
and sniffs and sniffs.

My sister once found her up on top
of the refrigerator. She can't remember
how she got down.

She likes to play tag
with my calves. Runs up
and grabs them.

She decides when it's
petting time.
Or else she'll get cha good.

She lost her collar, tag and all.
We just woke up
to find it gone.