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My Cat is Purrfect

Tony Pretlow
Wake. Write. Win.

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Come to think of it. My cat is purrfect.

She spoils me with affection. She’s certifiable purrfection.

She tells me when her snacks are due. That’s well within her purrview.

I cannot over state it. Her sweetness is purrvasive.

I think my cat is heaven sent. I think that is purrtinent.

We’re engaged in a romance. It’s clearly not a purrformance.

When I roll around with her in dirt. I must look like a purrvert.

When she gets the zoomies she’s evasive. When it comes to food she’s purrsuasive .

When life throws her a curve. My cat doesn’t get purrturbed.

Although nothing is reported. There’s so much to be purrported.

I must bring an end to this poem. There are other things to purrform.

Purriod.

The End.

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Tony Pretlow
Wake. Write. Win.

Passionate. Dedicated reader and commenter. Occasional writer. I enjoy writing poetry and prose. Father of five. Happily married/retired. Northwestern U. Alumus