Just an ole barn cat
That wanders in now and then.
Jumps gently to my lap,
Our favorite chair is by the fire.
He purrs and snuggles, snuggles and purrs.
He’s a bucket of comfort, simple understanding and love.
Just an ole barn cat
He doesn’t ask for much
A little scratch behind the ears,
Some food and affection.
He massages my soul with his big coon paws,
While preening and cleaning his thick Maine coon cat fur.
Ole lazy green eyes, has found a home
In an old log cabin in quaint Bridgton Town.
He’s more than a cat in a strange kind of way,
This ole tom is both family and friend.
Laurie Knight
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