Miss Curiosity should be your name,
You stick your cute little nose into everything.
I have always heard, “Curiosity killed the cat,”
But it hasn’t gotten nosey little you yet.
Watching you climb on stuff is a funny sight,
Knocking down things as you get to great heights.
You just want to see everything there is to see,
But then I guess you’re our little Miss Curiosity.
When I hear those loud thuds and I see you run,
I know that your mischief has just begun.
There is the toilet paper shredded all over the place,
That “I did something wrong,” look is on your face.
I remember that day when under my hair dyer you sat,
I just couldn’t stop laughing at you, my silly little cat.
It seems my life is never dull with you in my home,
And I know with you there I will never be alone.
Therefore no matter how much you seem to get into,
Dear sweet Fluffy, I can never stay that mad at you.
I have so much love for my little Miss Curiosity,
Having her in my life is great happiness for me.
Copyright @ 2006 M. Doris Fuller
