Tommy's hands were full with stuff...OUR stuff!
Bag of our fave-o-rite dried food with treats of canned cuisine
As Tommy put OUR stuff on the countertop
And even the backyard birds' food-
Something was missing-
Tommy sighed, looked at me and said:
"Noir, why don't y'all have jobs?"
Why? Our job is to let YOU love us!
With that, Tommy sighed again, tickled my ear and headed to her car-
And then hauled in the thought forgotten item:
Our 40 lb bag of Tidy Cat!
Job well, done my Human!
For Tommy's good work,
I looked right at her during a photo shoot
The flash didn't flash. So Tommy tried to doctor the photo-
Hey, do what ya can-
'cause who knows when another
Saturday will stir me for such a sure thingI'm a cat. That's how I roll.