C – Contentedly curious in her contemptible preoccupation of coercing my carpet into shreds, is she. Catastrophically creating whirlpools of cyclonic feline fur, she does. 

A – Atrociously precocious as she athletically accosts the legs of my antique armoire, is she. Alluring, attractive, adorable to others, still annoyingly she attacks my sleeping toes, she does.  

T – Tempestuously timid, training topaz eyes toward the transgressor who dare touch her venerable torso, is she. Tortuously ticklish, yet transversely tolerant tautly awaiting her trouncing time, does she.  

S – So very happy I have a dog,

Am I!