by Jolene Belmain

Created on: September 29, 2008   Last Updated: January 05, 2010

I feel a tickle from whiskers
and a little wet nose,
I look down at my feet,
and yep, there she goes.

I can feel my face,
my lips give a grin,
I get up from my chair;
here we go again.

I tippy-toe quietly
down the hall,
stop by the door,
press up against the wall.

Peak into the same room
she went to before,
there she is in the corner
curled up on the floor.

Paws over her eyes
tail up in the air,
since she cannot see me
she thinks I am not there.

I creep up behind her,
finger is ready,
I'm almost there
just hold it steady.

I gently tap on her back
she jumps up in the air,
she turns and then stops,
giving me that same stare.

She just tries so hard
but she can't figure it out,
I give her a giggle
cause it's the fun it's about.

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