My white cat is a blessing. She's my pretty pumpkin with wings.
All day she meows and sings if I'm on the phone when it rings.
She keeps me on my toes along with the coffee.
She's allowed anything she wants from me.
She stays inside looking out windows for birds to see.
If I let her outside she might get eaten by a coyote.
Or get stuck up a tree.
In every seasons beginning I act like she's queen.
She's good natured and not mean.
She could put on a costume and eat a jelly bean.
She is a part of my ontology. I don't dare free.
Together we agree.She stays with me.
It's safer in here with the house made of timber.
Since she was just a baby cat kitten I remember!
My cat is a big part of my work in life.
I protect her from strife. This cat has such a life.
About cat owners for us it's altogether rife!
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