‘Twas the eve before Christmas and the cottage was stirring,
With the muffled sounds of Samantha Jo purring.
Cat Lady was busy making cookies and tea,
When Samantha meowed, “Any catnip for me?”
The fluffy floof sniffed as she searched all around,
For the aromatic herb that made her act like a clown.
Cat Lady let out a laugh as she scooped-up her cat,
To guide her to where the cat-weed was at.
But Queen Sassy Pants wriggled and jumped to the floor,
And dashed across the hardwood to where she spied,
A small wood box containing what she’d been denied.
The scent of the leaves she inhaled with glee,
She wriggled and pranced and strutted her stuff,
Cat Lady cracked-up and said, “I think you’ve had enough!”
With one last whiff of the weed and a grand leaping motion,
Samantha sprinted through space like she’d swigged a magic potion.
Now the catnip spell waned as the cookies were eaten,
But the magic remained, as that can’t be beaten.
I wish everyone a Happy Christmas and Joyous New Year!
I’m grateful for your continued readership, support, and for being there for me throughout my cancer journey and now, my road to recovery.