Fuzz Therapy





A little something something for my big bad tigeresque kitten.

A ginger fuzz
Dozing in my space
A wet nose
Pushin against my face

A shrill miaow
Demanding to be fed
A rough lick
As a thanks instead

A row of teeth
Yawning with 'grace'
My ball of fur
I could never replace

Comments

Anonymous said…
awwwwwwwwwwww, no one could'v said it better
July 25, 2009 at 11:06 AM
Nora said…
heehee thnks :o) he's an annoying but endearing kitten.
July 25, 2009 at 11:53 AM
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