As the snow drifts down on a cold winter’s day
I’m looking for someplace that’s cozy to stay.
I wanted this box but it wasn’t quite right
I tried to squeeze in but it put up a fight.
I found some new digs and they weren’t too shabby
But the color I think was suited more to a tabby.
So I went out in search of a new resting place
One I was hoping would better complement my face.
Next I found this neat bag but alas, what a plight
There was a cold draft and the fit was too tight.
I gave it the good college try for a while
But, in the end, it just wasn’t my style.
I tried a new box thinking it couldn’t go wrong
And for a while the urge to nap there was quite strong.
The problem I think is my standards are high
And the urge for a blanket I just couldn’t deny.
At last I took residence in another cat’s carrier
The fact it’s not mine really isn’t a barrier.
So now here I am and it’s here I will stay
For as I often declare, “Where there’s a will there’s a way.”