A tiny ball of hair,

Flew through the air from nowhere,

And landed on my chair.

He started on the headrest

Then slid down to my lap.

He settled on the book I held

Where he planned to take a nap.

I sighed at this disturbance

And I gave him such a look.

"Get down you little nuisance,"

And I nudged him off my book.

He sat down on the carpet

And laid a paw upon my leg.

We stared at one another

But his eyes just seemed to beg.

"Oh, get up here, doggone it,

And not another peep."

He jumped back up, the book was closed

And soon we were asleep