
Dear cat with coat of glossy sheen Your almond eyes are slits of green Reclining, rolling in the sun Now your playing days are done You revel in the warmth but know When winter comes by firelight glow You'll snuggle up with warm soft fur And while you're dreaming gently purr Each chair you gracefully adorn In turn from dusk until the dawn Yet come from nowhere when there's food Dear cat of independent mood!! AFIFA.A.SHAIKHTodos los derechos reservados
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