A Present That's Quick Doesn't Click!

Pat tried to get off cheap this year. He gave a moving present to my rhyming rear. I guess since I am nine he doesn't want me to get fat. Pfffft if there is a chance of that.

There we were,

Resting our fur.

Yep, Cassie's there too.

 Hey, I'll show you.

 See? There she is.

Doing the napping biz.

She won't wake.

I'll give her a shake.

What did I get today?

Tell me, okay?

I won't tell Pat.

Don't look grumpy at the cat.

Is it in there with you?

Nah, that can't be true.

It has to be big.

 Maybe a new cat tower rig.

What is this?

A gate doesn't cause bliss.

Are you trying to keep me in?

 That will never work at any bin.

Cassie says she sees it.

 She sees every bit.

She wants to show me.

I think she wants it for she.

Whoops, she has an itch.

Those can be a bitch.

But can't you do that later?

My present may fall into a crater.

Oh, so it's out there.

Must be big if your aware.

Will it come through the window.

 Better not be a crow.

What? It's up there?

 That small little thing is my present affair?

Do you expect me to go catch and eat it?

Pffft I'm too old for that shit.

I'll go back to napping.

 Pat better start clapping.

He better get me a gift.

Or I'll get him some swift.

Did you see my gift? Does it make your spirits lift? Hint, it is right on top. Pat really tried to get off cheap but it was a flop. I'm sure I'll get something better out of him or he'll lose a limb. That squirrel is still going strong. A year later he plays along. The dogs like to chase him in mass. He doesn't fight back like my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.