I tiptoed in silence, all cunning and sleek,
With paws full of mischief and tongue in my cheek.
The blanket was covered in cats of all kind,
But one little space was what caught my eye.
There! Near the corner — no whiskers, no tail,
A blank little patch in this soft feline trail.
It begged to be filled by a kitty just right,
So I did what I do — I hid in plain sight.
I flopped in position, rolled half on my side,
Tucked in my paws — let my belly just glide.
I twisted and wiggled and gave it some flair,
Now I’m seamless and smug as I melt into this lair.
Each cat on this blanket just stares with a grin,
But I’m the one breathing — and pulling this in.
Their stitched little faces? Adorable, sure...
But I’ve got the realest couture in this fur.
You walk in the room — I don’t flinch, I don’t blink,
Just widen my eyes, let you ponder and think.
“Was this one here always? Or did she just move?”
You’re squinting. You’re baffled. I’m in my groove.
🎵
Nothing to see here — just fabric and thread,
No fluffy imposters with toesies or head.
One of the gang, I’m just part of the scene,
The queen of the camo — the blanket’s new queen.
🎵
You step a bit closer. I stretch — just a touch.
Still perfectly placed, not revealing too much.
You laugh and you point, but admit it: I win.
The game is complete. Let the hiding begin.
So come now, dear human, no need to react —
You’ve simply discovered one very smart cat.
I’ll nap in my spot till the game’s out of style...
Then vanish again... with a blink and a smile. 🐾