Happy "Mew Year for Cats" Day

 

(By Princess Gracie, who notices everything. Yes, this day is a real thing.)

They say today’s the Mew Year—for cats, no less,
Which frankly is odd and deeply suspect.
Because yesterday clearly rang in the year,
At midnight, with chaos and humans and cheer.

I was present. Awake. On official patrol.
While humans lost hats and misplaced their soul.
The clock struck twelve, the house shuddered twice—
I felt the shift. It wasn’t subtle or nice.

Yet here we are, a day late it seems,
Offering cats a delayed set of dreams.
As if we’d miss time, or needed a cue,
Or had to be told when the year became new.

I already judged it. The old one was meh.
I knocked something sacred directly off the ledge.
I set fresh intentions (mostly for naps),
And adjusted the sunbeam rotation maps.

So happy Mew Year, if that’s how it goes,
Though the timing is flawed, as everyone knows.
Next year, perhaps, trust the cats to decide—
We’ve been keeping time since the first mouse tried.

— Princess Gracie
Chronological Authority
Master of Midnight
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