I think that I shall never see
An indoor kitty scratch a tree.
A kitty whose hungry mouth is prest
Against a catnip toy’s punctured breast;
A kitty that sleeps all day,
And lifts her furry paws to play;
A kitty that may in summer swear
At nest of robins from my chair;
Upon whose scruff my hands have lain;
Who intimately looks back with disdain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only an ailurophile can love a kitty.
poem meets highest standard of feline decency and gets *eye of approval*
Categories: Cats, Digital Photography, Nature, Photos, Poetry
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