I Am Sees

Do not make your believes that you can be unobserved.

I am always the watchings, and I views all the things.

I Am the Unseens

I make my droppings of eaves.

I hide myself where I can hear all the things but I cannot be seen.  My People know not where I ams.

I Stands at the Doors

I make my wishes to goings into the outdoors.  I stands at the doors for my goings.  I make my waits for many lengths of times for My People to opens my doors.

When My People at last make their openings of the doors, I must will change my mind.

Summertime Places of Warms

My People in summers make the conditionings of their airs.  The degrees of the outdoors, which My People say is too many, is never enough for me.  Because I am a small plush god, I demand all of the warms.

I must will make my outdoor loungings on the conditionings of the airs, which is an additional places of warms.

This Not is a Places of Softs

The uncushioned belongings of My People do not be places of softs.

Nevertheless I demean myself to make my sprawlings upon them, for I am a small plush god and I sleeps where I chooses.

All of the Waters are Mine

My People, in their ignorant benevolence, set out a drink bowl for their dogs, in my presence.

If I make my drinkings of all of it, until none of the waters remain, the dogs of My People will must remains in the outdoors where their pitiful existences belongs.

Places of Softs

My People bestow unto me the alms of plushes.

I make my comforts on the places of softs.

My People Make Their Sits

My People are places of warms.

When My People make their sits, I make my restings upon them, and they must not become to standing.

I Become the Liquid

My People has made its abandonments of me, and the joys that is myself is fraught with the boredoms.

I make myself to meltings, and consider later to pee on the belongings of My People, for I did not grant My People the leavings.

My People Makes the Frolics

My People attempt their amusings at me.

The Lady of the House makes her betrayal of her dignities, but I make my scrutinies of their presentations, and I tolerate their efforts at the entertainings.

Master of Nappings

I am the superest at the makings of the sleeps.

My People and their dogs make an average doze, but my majesties can make my restings with one arm behind my glorious back.

I Seek the Hiders

I make my perchings atop the home of the birds, to make my inspectings of the fowls.

The poultries obscure themselves from my viewings, in reverence to my majesties.

Making My Professings

My People make their studyings.

I enhance their learnings.  The Lady of the House makes her attempts, but my professorings are better than hers.

My People Is Sleeps

My People makes its nappings.

I makes my nappings as well, and my nappings are superior to the nappings of My People.

I Am the Craftiness

My People saves the tubes of the boards of card for their craft.

I make my loungings among them, for there is nothing more crafty than the joys that is myself.

I Make My Own Places of Thrones

My People make their abandonments of the boxes of the boards of card.

I place the joys that is myself into it, and the consecrations of my new places of thrones is complete.

Another Places of Thrones

My People place for me the seatings of scarlet.

I bless it with the piles of my furs, and make my illustrious nappings upon it.

Places of Thrones

My People prepare for me a seat from which I make my rulings.

Though their offering is pathetic, I grant my approvals, for a small plush god must condescend to his well-meaning subjects.

Up Close and Personables

I am the small plush god.

Behold the joys that is myself, and be filled with the happiness.

Heaven in a Basket

The catnappings in the catnippings are the most best of all the things.  And the gentle breezes would cause the basket to be nicely aswing.

 In the days of the drearyings, I make my rememberances of the times of the sunshinings.

I Restore the Healths

In the longs of the ago, My People made its lengthy visits to the surgeonings, who made its attempts to destroy My People.

Upon the return of My People, the joys that is myself administered the comforts until My People regained its robustings, for I am a small plush god.

Embracing the Stuffings

The Pup of Stuffings is bestowed upon me by My People.

I make my envelopings of him and feign my affections as My People observe.

When no one is makes watch, I bites him.

Yet Another Places of Warms

My People are places of warms.

I cause My People to make their sits, and I make my restings upon My People.

I Bask in the Wrappings

My People make the scatterings of the aftermaths of the days of the hollies.

I make my enjoyments.