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Purrs and Furs
If only I had fed the cat,
my socks might not have holes
and lampshades might be still attached
to all their proper poles.
The rugs might not be in a pile
and drapes, not ripped in shreds---
if only I had gotten up
to see the cat was fed.
A toilet paper trail's been laid
to prove my cat's got spunk;
it's woven all around this place
midst rubber balls and junk.
Twas just as I thought cleaning up
was almost surely done,
I heard that awful coughing sound---
A hairball? Tons of fun!
I wonder why I ever thought
this Saturday was mine?
It surely wasn't meant to be;
a cat deserves to dine!
A can of food within her dish,
my little angel purred.
You asked me if she's happy now?
She's left both pant legs furred!
By Sharon Miller Bolander
© 2008 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)
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