My best friend are my cats
They leap with such agility.
They are a living form of tranquility. They run around with elegant speed.
I swear I think they must be smoking weed.
They run around in a playful spree.
,showing off so the world can see.
Buster runs around in the heat.
Just to bring me a little treat.
Stella is the only girl.
That eat too much and then calls Earl.
Chase is the baby of the bunch.
He will hit you with one quick punch.
They all are loving in their own way.
I love them more each passing day.
Their is nothing like three furry friends.
They all will love me until my end .
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