My only companion a stuffed bear,

He leaves me also the radio on,

Out the window all day I do sit and stare…

The neighbors bring me stuff to eat,

The food made by Uncle Kenny can’t be beat,

The weather is getting cooler, I don’t need the air conditioner,

I am comfortable as long as in the morning I get to my poop excrete…

But when he gets home, boy we surely have fun,

We romp and play even without the sun,

I follow him and nibble on his hands & feet,

And of course besides dinner he does give me a treat,

Then to bed we together jump in, to him I am hos only son…

© Rufuz ~ 9/12/07