hunter dunn - Cats

Silver cats are fine and furry,
They slink and prowl and feel all girly
They come and go much as they please
And only stay when on your knees.

They like a cuddle, stroke to the head,
They bring in mice - sometimes dead,
And hang around for milk and food
And leave a tray of grit and poo

But lots of fur will make me sneeze
And even worse, will make me wheeze,
And so, it’s cats I must avoid
And never sit where they have curled
And keep well out of where they live,
Cos it is asthma that they give.

hunter dunn

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