Cats
CATS
I've had cats for all my life,
Can't seem to do without one.
Mischievous and filled with love,
Curious, coy and winsome.
Gentle, quiet, patient things,
They try hard not to bother,
But when they think you now have time,
They're in your face and cover,
Your book or papers or whatever,
You are trying to read,
"You're still at last so pet me now,
You really must concede,
For you've ignored me all day long,
And all day I've waited,
Now cuddle me and scratch my head,
And I will be elated."
They seem so self sufficient,
So quiet and aloof,
But they really long to snuggle,
And be close to us in truth.
To me a cat is such a love,
That when all's said and done,
You really need one in the house,
It's just not home without one.
Judy Ball
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