Four little eyes looked up at her begging for treats.
She bent down, “Here you go my sweets!”
They met her with purrs and head punchies
Before snacking away on their munchies.
Then a playful fight and they ran away,
Ready to curl up and dream the night away.
Yep, bad cat poetry…that’s where I am tonight. Enjoy!
Dawn Renee Writes 
There is no such thing as bad cat poetry because as soon as the word cat appears, cat angels start to sing and whatever has been written is elevated to the highest standard of poetry. No, really, that’s true. 🙂
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Thanks for the giggle; love this!
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Not bad in the least…purrfect portrayal of the little beggars 🙂 💞💞💞
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