Once upon a morning weary, while I pondered, bleak and bleary,
Over where a quaint and curious sunny spot of sunlight sat—
While I noodled, nearly nodding, suddenly there came a stomping,
As my owner rudely hopping, galomping all across the mat.
“’I am leaving,” she uttered, “To get my hair done at Chez LePhatt—
Do be a gentle pussy cat.”