The Magic Easter Litter Box

A tale inspired by my 8 year old daughter’s creation:

In the dim glow of a laundry-room moon,
the MOVA MeowgicPod —gray throne of whisker dreams— wears its Easter crown: butterfly wings, yarn egg, and a hand-painted sign screaming “Easter”
written in childish letters, like a creation of a kitten who just learned vowels.
Down below, the Siamese sentinel stares up
ears pinned, tail flicking like a metronome
convinced this is the portal.
Not to clean litter.
To chocolate rivers, pastel grass,
and a bunny who owes him nine lives.
He waits.
Patient.
Royal.
Because every cat knows:
the real holiday isn’t eggs
it’s whatever box you claim first.
Happy Easter, little king.
May your throne stay full… and your humans clueless.

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