A grumpy cat snug in a blanket so bright,
Dreaming of tuna through most of the night.
One paw tucked in, the other at rest,
Clearly convinced that this spot is the best.

The quilt screams festive, but let’s be well-read—
A Christmas blanket? In a heatwave? On this bed?
A royal furball with a judgmental stare,
On this cozy throne, she’s the boss of the lair.