Kittens are like wind up toys, runnung and leaping.
by Brian Counsell
Then they collapse where they play...sleeping.
Aways hungry but cuddly and warm
One sad face, I called her forlorn.
Possum and Purrline, Georgie and Fred.
harder to find names with my tired head.
Wish they wouldn't grow I like them like this
Purring small fur balls, absolute bliss.
With my purring friends I am never alone
They are what turns a house to a 'Home'.