MY FURRY KID

I WAKE, OPEN UP MY EYES, TO FIND WE'RE NOSE TO NOSE. THE LOW HMMMMMMMMMM MEANS SOMETHING I SUPPOSE. I PUCKER UP MY LIPS, YOU LICK THEM LIPS NO SURPRISE. WITH WINK OF MY EYE SHE LEAPS FROM MY CHEST, I RISE. IN AND OUT BETWEEN MY FEET AS I STEP TO THE KITCHEN. YOU WOULD THINK SHE'S WELL TRAINED, NOT BEWITCHEN. THE TRUTH KNOWN, SHE HAS ME EATING OUT OF HER PAW. ANYONE KNOWS, WHEN YOU COHAB A CAT THAT'S THE LAW. MORNING MILK GOES IN HER SAUCER, MY COFFEE IN MY CUP. AS I TRY TO READ THE PAPER, SHE'S THERE TO GIVE THE RUB. BEEN EIGHTEEN YEARS SINCE MY MORNINGS WENT THAT WAY. IN MY MIND, WITH TENDER LOVE, THAT'S HOW I START EACH DAY. By panther811 © 2013 panther811 (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

What a sweet write about your cat. Obviously you have a routine with her and it is one that pleases both of you. Warm and wonderful thoughts here. Lydi**