Shimmy curls in her favorite place,
By the warmth of the fire’s gentle grace.
Her calico fur, so soft and bright,
Reflects in the flicker of the firelight.

With eyes half-closed, she dreams away,
In a world where she chases and playfully sways.
Her tiny paws twitch as she slumbers deep,
In the comfort of a peaceful sleep.

The hearth glows warmly, the night is still,
As Shimmy rests, so calm and tranquil.
A queen of the house, in her cozy domain,
Beside the flames, she’ll always remain.