In a cozy home where keyboards click,
Lived a little cat, so cuddly and slick.
Its fur was soft, its eyes a gleam,
But oh, this cat had a dream.

To be by its mother’s side, day and night,
Never letting her out of sight.
With a purr, a leap, and a playful stance,
It turned every work hour into a dance.

“Meow,” it said, with a gentle paw,
“I’ll sit on your papers, I’ll lay on your drawer.
For you are my mother, so kind and fair,
Without your presence, I just can’t bear.”

The mother chuckled, her heart so warm,
At her feline friend, away from the norm.
She’d type, she’d click, but with a smile,
For the cat’s company made it all worthwhile.

So they spent their days, in joy and mirth,
The cat, the mother, by the hearth.
A tale of love, so pure and deep,
A cat that won’t let work seep.

For in this story, the truth we find,
Is love and work can be entwined.
With a cat so loyal, so full of glee,
Work’s not alone, it’s ‘we’, not ‘me’.