My Cat

My cat, Shameem Loved to hop On my lap Whenever I sat On my cozy chair And rocked I felt her paws It was kind Of a mystic feeling She was very soft And fluffy She had sparkling eyes Her ears Very sensitive velvet She used to observe Everything and purr When she sighted a bird She chuckled Sometimes she played Hide and seek She crawled and paused Then ran swiftly She adored her milk every day She was my best friend When I was a kid I still remember her And miss her very much