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by FrOm ThE HeArT Aug 24, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Cats are fluffy. Most are. Some are fat. Others abused. Why do they sleep all the time? To relax? Or do they have nothing better to do. Eat, sleep, poop. A pattern of their day. Most cats don't get a lot of love. A nice home. A nice family. But not mine. They get the most love around. They don't get abused. They get baths. They're so cute, It should be a crime. One is fat, the other not. But, they are here to stay.