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
But now they've gone, and thrown the mouse away..
Mama, oh, you looked at me and sighed,
We'll find a bigger rat again this time tomorrow.
Carry on, carry on, our food bowl's the only thing that matters.

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