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For the third time snow's falling! It's sticking to ground!
Let Drudge patrol outside. We two will be found
Inside the warm office, not giving a darn
How cold the wind blows, when we've found balls of yarn.
Yarn balls, oh yarn balls, oh yarn balls, we sing,
What a delightful and cuddlesome thing,
A big bag of yarn balls to nestle up on,
We'll lie on yarn balls from sunset till dawn!
They're tied up in plastic and can't roll about.
Perhaps one day we might try letting them out.
Even the bag's cuddly, under our fur,
Feels just like kittens, makes us want to purr!
Yarn balls, oh yarn balls, the rough wool and fluff,
Who ever invented such wonderful stuff?
They pile up beside us in a soft warm groove,
Then offer a cool cushion each time we move.
We're middle-aged cats and often feel dozy.
Yarn balls make lovely beds, so soft and cozy.
They move each time we stretch and flex our claws.
They're easily rearranged with our paws.
Yarn balls, oh yarn balls, the best cat bed ever!
On bags of yarn balls we could snooze forever!
Sometimes we like sleeping on our human's knees,
But yarn balls never move, until we please!
Sometimes the human keeps yarn balls in packs
Of hard, crackly plastic that forms flimsy stacks,
Sometimes in shopping bags that tear away,
But this bag is easy to open! Hurray!
Yarn balls, oh yarn balls! Bag, hold them together
While we burrow down to get out of this weather...
What's biting our human, to cause her to shout?
No idea, but she's telling us to get out!
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It is so cold that we're snoozing down cellar.
Dawn Possum's been here, too. We can still smell her.
Snuggling on bare dirt that smells like black mold,
We wish all humans had always been told:
There's nothing better than yarn balls to lie on!
Or to have kittens on! Or sit and spy on!
If you have yarn balls, they ought to be sat
On and slept on and enjoyed by your cat!
(This is why the cats were banished from the office. In the morning, the Hefty-Cinch-Sack-sized collection of yarn balls I inherited from a crocheter were double-bagged in a cheap garbage bag in which the cats had not clawed a hole, and removed from the warm room. And I remembered the year Grayzel, who did not generally like being indoors, sneaked in and gave birth to kittens on a bag of yarn I'd been planning to make into a sweater. And I made a note to myself to look for a cheap secondhand child-sized sleeping bag in which to store this yarn...the crocheter left too many odd skeins to fit into an ordinary bag, anyway, and a big bag of yarn balls has to feel like the ultimate comfort zone for cats growing older and sleepier.)
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