THE UNIVERSALITY OF SOME THINGS—LIKE CLEANING HIS LITTER BOX!
My Pussycat scratches in his box,
A comforting sound to hear…
‘Though cleaning it out I hold my breath,
I do not have to fear.
My Pussycat catches my pants with his claws
When I’m sitting at the desk…
He knows how to get my attention,
Well-meaning ‘though a pest.
My Pussycat has been around for years,
Transitioned from outside….
Like me he’s now an indoor cat
But doesn’t like to ride.
My Pussycat’s lived for sixteen years,
A part of family…
When he goes I will shed many tears
With most of them for me.
My Pussycat has gone off to lie down,
Maybe I can get some sleep…
Sometimes he sleeps the whole day-long
And never says a peep.
My Pussycat is my fastest friend
Right next…to my wife…(!)
We’ll be together ’til the end,
His satisfying life;
We’ll make the best of our closing years…
Of a…
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