I have a daft,
dribbly pussums,
going gooey
on the cat-nip,
he smells of the tiddle,
on the Juniper
in the middle.
But you have to forgive him,
when he's a purring
and a dribbling,
and he head-butts
your hand,
for a fuss
on demand.
Even when your writing,
his pink nose is so inviting,
his soft cuteness,
so delighting.
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