Frenemy the Christmas Cat
Paws have hidden socks by the chimney with care
Sofas have been decorated with wisps of cat hair
Ornaments rearranged, some onto the floor
While human owners trek to the store
To buy treats of turkey and chicken
And thick dark gravy perfect for lickin’
The room is quiet and dark except for the glow
From the Christmas tree, covered in fake snow
The silence in the house gives Frenemy a pause
As she examines the rat kidney she left for Santa Paws.
She’s been a good kitty, no scratching this year
She made all the rats and mice and frogs disappear
No vomiting on anyone’s favorite shoes
And only once did she steal the cashews
Her eyes grow heavy as she waits for his appearance
Promising herself not to cause interference
Yet she falls asleep, way too early,
Missing the man that smells like stale burley.
While he gobbles up his fresh rat kidney
He checks the list for a gift for Frenemy.
She wakes up surprised to find presents galore
And bats around the gifts, searching for
The one addressed to best kitty ever
certain it will contain a toy mouse made of leather.
No where to be found, she flops over with a sigh.
She’s a tough cat, she’s not going to cry.
Scissors are found and waved about, ready to cut,
the paper and tape while Frenemy licks her butt.