Our Cat Cooky-Face Poem by Harriet Hoffman Stern

She licks my face when I try to sleep.
She pulls my hair, I can almost weep.
She bounces her ball against every wall.
She washes her paws and then does her claws.
I love to watch her, she is our treasure.
I never had a cat who could give so much pleasure.
She sits on our couch like she owns the place.
whoever walks in will holler, "Disgrace".
But one thing is certain that both she and
I know, unconditional love is the way to go.