She's so little. 

She was the runt

of the litter. 

That learned

what heartbreak

was.

She was

the last one 

to be picked.

Her little ears, 

are the cutest 

thing I've ever 

seen. 

When she tries

to sneak up

on me, 

you can see her little ears 

perk up. 

She loves popcorn. 

Her little teeth go

chomp, chomp, chomp. 

She chews 

the fluffy

butter puffs

into tiny pieces.

I look to my side, 

and oh no! 

She has made a mess! 

My 1988 popcorn bowl 

was on the floor, 

with popcorn all scattered 

on the floor. 

Not only was there popcorn 

on the floor, 

but the popcorn 

was all chewed up

into a million tiny pieces. 

Hope she don't get 

diabetes is all 

I got to say.

 I am mad.

that she made 

this mess.

I yank my covers back from my bed, 

and there she was,

hiding under my covers 

knowing that she was in trouble. 

She looks at me with wide eyes: 

"Please don't spank me," 

her eyes were saying. 

I put my face close to her, 

and before I say a word, 

she puts one paw on my face

like a little monkey. 

Then another. 

I start talking to her 

in a sweet voice. 

I asked her 

in a sweet sarcastic voice: 

"Are you an animal?" 

She looks at me and 

her eyes bat and she purrs. 

I hug her tightly, 

and she smiles, 

for me giving her 

the best home 

anyone could

ask for.