A Maddie and Trotter Poem B4 Christmas

'Twas four nights before Christmas
And all 'round the house.
Two kittens were racing
For one fur-less toy mouse.

The sheen on the floor tile
In the kitchen so quiet
Was soon to become home to
One eight-legged cat riot.

First Maddie,
Then Trotter
To the room came a skidding.
Each reaching far forward
To bat at the mouse.

But wait!
In a flash
Their direction had changed.
A chopstick was poking
From under the fridge.

They rumbled,
Then tumbled.
Each after that stick.
Both fighting to prove
Who could grab it most quick.

But then it was Trotter
Who spied a white string.
He reached with his paw,
To his mouth came the twine.
And he trilled as he left
Dragging string 'cross the room,
This thingy is mine,
It's all mine, you can't have it.

Then quick 'round the corner
Speeds Maddie right at him.
He grabs for a tail
And the string is forgotten.
They leap and they jump
Flying one o'er the other.
Biting and kicking
And then it's too much.

So much running and playing
Wears two babies out.
One face lick,
Then an ear kiss
And they collapse on the floor.
It's nap time, they're tired.
They've finally relaxed.

So I run to the computer
My mind whirring like crazy.
It's time to check Facebook,
Then make a blog post.

It's just a brief respite
From purrballs
You see.
They like to take monitor space
Right in front of my face.

Now Christmas is coming
So I'll finally say,
Merry Christmas sweet kittens
And you two sleep tight.
It won't be long now I know
Till you're at it again.