My cat is my baby,

Sounds crazy, maybe.

But my cat is my company,

Without him I would be lonely.

 

He is even helping me write,

Oh, isn’t this a sight.

Where my pencil goes, so does his foot,

If I didn’t love him, I’d turn him into soot.

 

I should use crayons; paint him blue,

Change his name from Baxter to Sue.

Sometimes he’s mean,

Maybe, color him green?

 

No, I think orange, with a stripe,

But the next poem I do, I think I’ll type.

I think I will go give him a hug,

For, he fills my life with love.

 

Janice Jarnagin

Copyright: May 2001