Maybe it was the beautiful brown skin, or the way he looked at me, or the way he ate from my hand ever so roughly. Yes, yes it was the coat. Spotty was his name...
He was always there..
Although he had a girlfriend, he was still on my mind...
She was always in the way between me and him....
I was busy reading an interesting book when I saw he was alone....
He came to my window hungry so I fed him, I would do anything for him....
He knows it too, he knows he can count on me, now he lives... in my backyard.