Bedtime poem by SouthernMaiden
My cat is orange
He is kind, to me. And to his brother
When I cry, he sits on my lap
His purrs say, I am Happy
But
When there's a silence, I like to fill it
When people are happy, I'm happy too
Sometimes people say "I don't like this thing"
But is that thing me? Am I a thing?
People don't know me, but they don't like me
At least my cat likes me

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