Duchess of Denton: The Purrfect Sneaky Baroness

Duchess of Denton, calico bright,
She rules every corner by day and by night.
Her fountain is sparkling, her bowl is supreme,
But dinner must match her exact foodie dream.

She perches on windows to spy on the birds,
And chatters away in her own secret words.
From sparrows to robins, she watches them dine,
And thinks, “One day, feather snacks will be mine!”

She scrambles up towers, she zooms through the halls,
She hides from young Brooklyn behind dresser walls.
With paws like soft velvet and eyes full of schemes,
She sneaks on the laptop to soak up its beams.

She bats at the mouse on the end of a string,
Leaps high in the air like she’s wearing a spring.
Her tail gives a flick when she’s ready to play,
But if you chase after, she scoots right away!

Now, if she were famous, just who would she be?
A queen of the spotlight, adored endlessly.
Taylor Swift fills stadiums coast after coast,
But Duchess of Denton would headline the most!

To strangers she’s friendly, to family she’s sweet,
But fussy cuisine makes her tricky to treat.
She stretches, she lounges, she naps without care,
For Duchess of Denton’s the queen of the chair.

And maybe her wisdom is truly profound,
That life works much better with snacks all around.
Why worry or hurry or chase some career,
When you can be Duchess… and nap with no fear!