I put my hand on the sleeping cat
And listen to him generating calm.
Purr cures when I am feeling bad,
The rhythm oscillates my palm.
Look at the marvel lying on his back
Paws upright and the tail stretched!
It is also my time to hit the sack.
A cat — and my nerves are patched.
May 29,2009
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