Timmy and Tyler like to sleep,
On my bed and close they creep.
I roll on my left and right and then,
I roll around again and again.
The kitties stir and want to be,
Close besides me by my knee.
I turn and toss, get up and then,
We start this all over again.
We go through this ritual ever night,
Sometimes I feel it’s time to fight.
I need my space, I do implore,
But they curl up and start to snore.
I just can’t put them out of bed,
I guess it’s just how they’re bred.
They follow me from dawn to night.
They are my buddies and that’s all right.