Her paws and milk are easily mistaken.
Soon, a pitterpat comes where I'm bakin'.
Her feathery tongue laps the butter up stream,
A "SHOO!" does the trick, too cute to be mean. 

She leaps off the counter to hide elsewhere,
I follow straight to her bed, a soft lair.
Resting my head along her side, my eyes
Apologize, for her dark hair did rise.

Nodding her head she gives my cheek a kiss,
I rub her down; eyes close in bliss.
New smells of buttery baked pie fill the room.
When I go back, the pitter pat comes too.