Imagine That Poem by Holly Jamestone

He waits by the door
Each time I’m away
And then wants to hear
About my day

He comes when I whistle
He’s never aloof
No mystery here
His arrogance poof

A glorified “dog”
He comes when I call
A bottle-fed cat
Imagine that

Iggy is playful
Not timid or shy
His whiskers, they nudge me
We laugh till we cry

He rubs up against me
And kisses my face
Remaining right near me
Each room in our place

He waits by the door
Each time I’m away
And then seems to know
The things that I say
 
He will not take no
When he’s needing my lap
To snuggle his way
Through an afternoon nap

The best of all worlds
This bundle of fur
My bottle-fed cat
Imagine that

He waits by the door
Each time I’m away
And then wants to hear
About my day

(3-20-13)
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