My Cat


I once seen this cat,
All soft and sweet,
It's paws kneeding at my chest,
Once it was comfortable to sleep,
I stroke it,
Straightened her hair,
Because when she became upset,
Her fur would begin to flare,
Playing with a ball of yarn,
Batting it around,
Getting something to drink,
While we listen to her slurping sound,
Back upon my chest once again,
She had a fun filled day,
That just never seems to end...

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