| Kittens Don't Sleep |
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Christmas gifts all bought and wrapped, And I am frazzled to the bone. White Christmas playing on the stereo. On the TV plays and blaring 'Home Alone'. Kittens pulling tinsel from the tree And running through out the house ~ Why can't they occupy themselves By chasing that ever threatening mouse? Too tired to go any further, I will just call it a night I'll finish trimming the tree and door By the mornings refreshing light. Decorations: some left in boxes, Some on tables and on chairs, Candles in assorted colors, Angels to be sorted, and put in pairs. The nativity not, yet, completed, The pieces lay on the coffee table. I should finish it, tonight, Though my spirit some willing, flesh just not able. Turning out the lights; Oh, to sleep to rest. Tomorrow will be much better, Where I can do my best. As my head hit the pillows, I felt a thumping in the bed. There were the kittens, all three, And one landed on my head. What a rambunctious trio, Always in some trouble, but so sweet ~ each having his own identity "Ouch!" One just bit my feet. Precious, the little mixed gray one, the leader, Was examining my stuffed up nose, Batting at my sleepy eye; A new game to play, I suppose. Lovey, the black and white, Sitting on my hip, posing as the winner From some made-up kitten fight. There sat Sweety, the little tiger stripe, Busying himself in the head board ~ Finding a stray earring to chase. Aggravating they are, but so adored. Finally, they scampered from the bed. Ah, yes, sweet earned sleep; Drifting ... drifting ... drifting off, Not a sound ... not a peep. Morning arrived, all too soon. So, off to the living room, I had work to do. "O, my word!" My eyes were met With treasure to trash ~ from a wrecking crew? Garlands strung from room to room and, Somewhere, one wise man met His doom. The other two tending one lone sheep, Appears the Shepherd boy had left the living room. Chewy marks on candles and boxes, Ribbon and tags on the floors. Truly, I see the meaning of 'When it rains ... it pours'. The stockings no longer hung By the chimney with care; Decorating the carpet and under Harleys old rocking chair. This was a sight and let me say. "'Twas not for the faint of heart." Someone very busy, I am a thinkn', Has tore the house apart ~ Remote for the TV missing, Computer mouse hanging by the cord, Rearranged Christmas videos From the desk where they were stored ... Wrapping paper off the rolls Like a colorful runner to the door, Glancing around the disaster area. Could there be even more? But, who did this dastardly deed? The kittens were sound asleep? Keeping a weary eye on them, I began to sweep. Knowing it wasn't Santa, Too soon for that old elf. The dogs looked, in awe, At books no longer on their shelf. I'm thinking, as the days go on, Some of the proof will be seen In spit up fur balls Of bright tinsel of blue, red, and green. Later, saved by grace, I surmise By the dirt box in the bath room, The man not looking all to wise? I should hire out this lively crew To a demolition team. For just a can of food, They can work at full steam. What this house needs, now, Is some mice for the destructive three. But, complaining set aside, They bring such laughter to the hubby and me. Every home needs the likes of them. For, you just can't be down or sad When you watch the kittens at play (or work). Enjoying the silly antics, what fun we had. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays To yours from the Griffin House. Blessings of the season from The Hubby and Lady Church Mouse |
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