Growl, Hiss, Bristle
Cats tail, Thistle.
Smash, Crash, Glide
Linoleum slide!
High, Higher, Highest.
Kitty hits the top.
Feet, Lap, Chest-
Purrs, Snuggles, Pressed.
Stretch, Claw, Dig-
Mouse, Ball , Twig.
Say, Play, Sit?
Cat nip, Chicken bit.
When does this little rhyme end?
With a head smoosh from a furry friend.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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