We Don't Wait For Such A Date!

You humans get gifts once a year. That does not work around here. The cat wants them once a week or Pat will be up the creek. We can easily make that occur, leaving him more than fur.


All through the house the toys gather.New ones Cassie and I would rather.But I catch a little nap,While we wait for that Pat chap.
 
I see he is back.Empty handed at our shack.So I give him some sass,Worthy of my rhyming ass.

I sass and snub.He better get some grub.That is double the attitude.Yes, the cat is rude.
 
See! Cassie is even too prissy for my sass.The cat says more than just ass.Pat and Cassie have nothing on me.I'm like a foul mouthed sailor at my sea.

Then I just ignore.Pat better go explore.I want new toys now.He won't get another meow.

Works every time.He drops everything on a dime.We get more stuff.I can chew off the fluff.

I give Cassie one,And away she will run.The rest is for me.That string sure is yummy.

Then I sit beside Pat,Like a nice, happy cat.I even set my tail up just right.Until something else catches my sight.

What could it be?More toys or Cassie?Nope, not today.Nap time at our bay.
 
It's my chair.So you can sit and stare.I got what I wanted in the end.Boy, it is hard work, this toy hording trend.
See, you humans are just doing it wrong. Yeah, you can sing a happy Christmas song. But I get new toys every week. No waiting once a year for a sneak and peek. The cat has it down and can be quite crass. But that you knew about my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.