Our mom has a friend named Laurie

When she visits we do hide and we scurry

She greets with wide arms

With squeezes she swarms

She cries:  ‘Squee!; You’re so soft and so furry!’

When she approaches we look our most fiercest

With claws bared and teeth that could pierce thus

But she finds this all ‘cute’

Of this we refute

And our war cries she finds the most dearest

Hence she compresses our torsos ’til our lungs ache

No airs can we breath, or ‘fierce’ make

No more talons are bared

As we are now most impaired

And lay helpless with love-squishing bone-break