This morning, in limerick form:
There once was a sweet little kitten,
Whose wild side must have been itchin'
She strode onto the tile,
With a big kitty smile,
And took a fat dump in our kitchen.
Update: The Socialite's Haiku Response
The Socialite's mother has this to say about the matter, in haiku form:
Warm fragrance fills the kitchen
Coffee it is not