Chin-Chin has four kittens.
her day always begins with food
and water, which is cool,
and then, not to be rude, she feeds
her young and growing weeds,
taking care of their needs; and then
comes out of box again.
into litter and sends flying
cedar chips, which she flings aloft,
forever scratching soft,
as gentle breezes waft the scent
of what she has been bent;
and thereby giving vent, odors.
from her little motor
and the purr, decoder of joy
emits happier ploy
a life which she enjoys, you see
answers every plea
and cleans their pretty mittens