Cat Who Was a Clown
Cat Who Was a Clown
My cat thought he was a clown
And every time I did set down
He always likes to take his nose
And rub it softly against my toes.
When he will rub against my feet
That means it is time to eat;
For food, has learned how to beg
By rubbing against my leg.
One more thought to me did occur
If I say pretty please will he purr;
Then he said it was time for bed
But first he wanted to be fed.
Jim Horn
Bolivia, NC
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