There is a happy tabby cat
who likes to sit on people's laps,
but for reasons I cannot divine
so far declines to sit on mine.
It's odd, for she'd be welcome there:
I'd gladly rub her tummy hair
and scratch the spot behind her ear
(that is, if she were sitting here).
Oh tabby cat, oh tabby sweet,
oh won't you come and take your seat?
It's warm and soft and cozy here,
but when I rise, my lap will disappear.
for Tabitha
Fort Collins, October 22, 2002