Cheery As Can Be Are We?

The cat hears this thing about Christmas cheer. Pffft where is it for my rhyming rear? I must get the short end of the cheer stick. My end is just rather ick. Don't believe me? Look at this spree.


I know what's to come.So I hide my rhyming bum.Can you guess too?Cassie surely knew.

This was it.I hate this shit.Can't you see I'm not impressed?That doesn't even need to be confessed.

Then we get at the other sea,And a mutt starts to taunt me. Pffft like I'd fall for that.Not getting this cat.

Then we have another one.This one is more fun.I can chew on him. What is that he's eating on a whim?

Why it's a hairball. Isn't that yummy to all?Pffft a nasty mutt indeed.His tail though is tasty feed.

Hmm, what is this? Could give bliss.It can move about.I'll have to try it out.

Works for me.Whoops, time to flee. Pat is back to packing.I get no more attacking.

Ugg once more.Stuffed in for the encore.I'm still good and pissed.It still can't be missed.

Now I'm home.365 days or so until I roam.I have to get my energy back. So not cheery at my shack.

Of course she's as happy as can be.Posing there at our sea. Cassie is just a kiss ass.Although she did hiss at the mutts in mass.
Now do you see why the cat has no time for cheer? I get lugged around by my rhyming rear. Swatting ten cats, avoiding one big mutt and chewing on two more small mutts sure is a lot of work. I have no time to give a cheery smirk. Plus that cage fills me with rage. Cassie just sits there and hogs space in mass. But I hog back with my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.