She’s such a little brat cat,
Still I love her so.
I gave her the name Dixie
We’re from the south you know.
She’s such a little rascal,
By her eyes you can tell.
So often she gets in trouble,
I laugh rather then to yell.
After I make my bed,
She crawls up under the spread.
After I clean her litter box out,
She jumps in and scatters it all about.
When I’m eating my dinner,
She sits near and waits for a bite,
If I don’t give her any,
She paws at my food with delight.
kitchen waste basket is always turned over,
House plants often dumped on the floor.
Even saw her once swinging from the bird feeder,
At times I think I can’t take anymore.
Still I don’t know what I’d do without her,
My sweet little funny face.
My home she fills with mischief and joy,
In my heart she has filled every space.