With my anti-alien bubble helmet
I chase the evil space kitties for Mom,
running them away from her food whenever she yells
"BUG! Get the kitties!"

Mommy and I are perfect for each other.
Both Tauruses, both born the same week even
we shadow each other in form and function,
fat, happy, and getting gray.

She lets me protect her, and I let her
put stupid hats on my head so she can laugh
because above all, I want her happy.
Because that's my job.

I can't think of any place I'd rather be
than at her side, sleeping, playing, just being
together until I'm old and gray and can't play.
I don't worry.

I'm Mommy's little girl.