I know of a handsome fellow,
With eyes as green as a summer meadow.
His thick, silver hair I've stroked with my hand,
Until he purred with satisfaction.
He sleeps in my bed every day,
And follows me wherever I go,
And cries when I am gone.
You could say that he loves me very much so.
In his eyes I am a goddess,
Full of never-ending love and tenderness.
Since he was small,
I showed him fun and affection,
Cared deeply for him,
And dealt with him when he was bad,
But I could never really stay mad,
Not long after,
He flops bown beside me,
Begging for attention.
And I give it,
Because of course,
He is my cat.
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