My Lucie Abb
Lucie is my loving cat.
She snuggles with me in my chair
and I’m content when she is there.
Lucie likes her tummy rubbed,
but most of all, her ears I knead,
but not enough, she shows her greed.
Lucie loves her laser light.
She chases it with upmost glee;
gets exercise, assuredly.
Lucie knows her dinner time.
Stands by her dish and starts to cry;
sometimes she likes not what I buy.
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