sparkling eyes.
Loud purrs.
Crouching, ready to spring
at that mouse just a few feet away.
loud meows.
light paws,
padding softly
across the floor
over to the couch.
Hopping up,
settling down,
purring,
on the nearest lap.
Rough tongue,
licking my fingers.
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What a wimp! That cat in your poem needs to come and get some Bad Boy lessons from me.