Poem By Cheryl Swain Burbage

Cats are special, really sweet.
I love every cat I meet.
I love the way they clean their fur,
I just love every him and her.
I love them all because they’re feline,
I wish somehow they all could be mine.
I love their sharp and pointy claws,
I love their paddy little paws.
And oh, the dainty way they eat!
What dog could ever be that neat?
I love the way they like to climb,
All over me, when I don’t have time.
I love the way their cat’s eyes glisten.
But oh, if they would only LISTEN!
What I would love the best of all,
Is if they’d come to me when I call.
Yes, I can think and dream of that,
But not a chance-their name is CAT!

Written for my two delightful but very independent kitties.

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