When dawn is breaking, my call to awakening
From a deep night's slumber of rest
Is a paw on my cheek, and I feel rather weak
With that twenty pound weight on my chest.

With eyes of deep blue, she'll study you
Her gaze steady and unblinking.
It seems as though she somehow knows
Exactly what you're thinking.

She lives a life free from strife,
Her every need attended.
From every door and bureau drawer
Her toys are suspended.

She spends her days in catlike ways:
Cat napping, grooming, eating...
It's so much fun, that when the day is done,
At night it bears repeating.

She'll know none of this coupling bliss
This prim and proper maid;
No tom will come calling, no caterwauling
For this feline has been spayed.

Now, she's quite fat I'll grant you that;
She devours each meal with relish.
Yet, she'll turn with a bound and simply astound
You with leaps that are truly gazelle-ish.

She takes great care of her silken hair;
Hair any gal would covet--
From her great white ruff, to her broad beamed duff--
Lord knows, she has plenty of it.

With her tail held high she saunters by,
Bound for some favorite location.
And, isn't it curious, when she is furious
That tail gives the first indication.

Though there be no pedigree
I'm sure her blood is blue.
For at the helm of her household realm
Her every wish comes true.

She's a gentle miss, who would never hiss
unless she was greatly provoked.
And neither would we, if we should be
So lovingly petted and stroked.

She loves strings and bows, and furbelows;
At gift wrapping she's a grand master.
But, if let alone be with a Christmas tree,
You'll soon see one great disaster.

I'm somewhat alarmed that I am so charmed
By this twenty-some pound ball of fluff.
Hats of to Coco, she Oh--so rococo--
She's a cat with all the right stuff!