A poem originally for Christmas 2002, and some of the cats are no longer with us…
Twas the morn before Christmas, and all through the house,
many felines were stirring, perhaps chasing a mouse.
Mr. Rooster shouted out his cock-a-doodle-doo,
while cats of all sizes ’round the house they flew.
Ms. Kili was clawing up the screen door in front,
while her sister, Ms.Wally, on the roof she did hunt.
Lindsey stood guard ‘neath plumeria trees,
and Leo observed from a distance, and sneezed.
Silverman’s out where grass grows so tall
and Miki’s still sleeping in bed down the hall.
Duke, once a kitten,
now’s being a good dad,
teaching Toby, the youngest,
the tricks, good and bad.
And Harry brought a stocking
from somewhere to show
we’re into the season, despite lack of snow.
Then up from the yard came a terrible sound,
and I ran to the door in a long reckless bound.
Howling and yowling and mewing and such,
greeted my ears, it was all far too much.
And out from the back a strange man did appear,
red clothes and white beard, all reins and no deer.
“I’ve got me a sleigh,” he said with all smiles,
but the nearest reindeers about three thousand miles.
He tried chickens and dogs and neigborhood kids,
but none pulled that sleigh away from our digs.
Nine cats could just about pull a full load,
but try hitch ’em up and they all just explode.
The last that we saw him, all dressed in bright red,
he was down on Kam Highway, dragging his sled,
and at home nine fat cats, with no harness in sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.