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My Cat is Purrfect

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.