My Cat Owen

My cat Owen
Sits near the window when it’s snowin’

He climbs the Christmas Tree
He is filled with glee

He weighs sixteen pounds
My love for him is profound

He is orange and white
And causes trouble all night

Though they don’t share the same dialogue
His best friend is our dog

He likes to sleep on the floor
Or next to the door

He likes bells that jingle
And bags that crinkle

I’m sad I’m stuck at home all day
But Owen is happy that we can play