People think I'm a real wild child,
not soft, gentle and really quite meek;
My owners love is all I seek;
They prove thier actions endlessly,
I know how much they really love me;
I go exploring all the local places
meeting many really strange faces;
Basking in sunshine as I please,
relishing fun on boughs of trees;
Oh-the warmth of those summer days;
The affection in my owners eyes,
thier adoration will forever cease to amaze;
A love so pure is well worth to know;
May fate allow it to forever develop and grow!
Those winter months of bitter cold,
Treasured fireside memories of warmth I behold;
A plate of food for my tummy.
Perrfect pleasures forever yummy.
by Penny
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