Petting Cats (A POEM)
What Better Way To Spend Your Day?
Idle hands are the devil's playthings
Kitty cat's they meow and they sing
Chirp and purrrr and pspspspspsp
Cats they ,make nothing but sounds of pure bliss
There's just one thing that I wish I could not miss
Petting cats because when I'm not petting cats my life is a mess
I live for the touch of that silky smooth fur
Cats to people I really admit I really do prefer
All Girls Love Cats, I Don't Mean Their Own
That Sort Of Crass Talk I Do Not Condone
This Talk Is Just To See How Many Cats You Do Own
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Regular Person
I do stuff but we're just getting to know each other so why don't you slow down a bit?
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