Vacuuming on the moon

I woke up one day with my cat playing paw scratchy.

But instead of the floor's fur feeling like fun, it said no, now I need patchy.

My feet felt like icky-sticky being drugged through what seemed like a forest of uneven crud; and plus the floor did not like the idea of looking like the giant home bug.

My socks looked like red mud which made me think of how I used socks to get my handsome stud; And looking at the floor we wondered the worst, could the mud stay in our a hug?

Gosh, I wish my cat would of made things easier and kept her game landing in happy.