COULD HAVE BEEN A PAIR OF SOCKS

She has given me a new basket for Christmas.
Why? Why does she do this?
She says I will be more comfortable.
I like my old basket.
I like that I have to squish into it.
I like that I ooze out of it and She feels guilty that it is for baby cat.
She says I am too big for my basket.
She is accusing me of being Fat?!
Humph. Fat. I see a slimming magazine by her chair.
Perhaps He has given Her that for Christmas.
Now that is a worthwhile present. Especially if it is a subscription.
As for me I look in disdain at the clean hygenic basket.
And squish and ooze with even greater pleasure.

I am Cat. I am King.