My little kitten slouches too,
scratches at my brand-new shoe.
She rests beside me on the bed,
she hugs and needs the cotton thread.
She purrs and purrs as an engine could,
so I kept her warm as a mother would.
Soon she’ll wake to drink warm milk, my ball
of yarn she thinks to find and tumbles around,
always into something like the mitten found.
Once lost, even she jumps! However, does not fall.