On my Daddy’s bed,

I can lay my furry head,

Fortunately my body is included,

For when he shuts me in there,

I feel nice and totally secluded…

In the other room he does get high,

From this place in time he does fly,

The music he listens too makes him cry,

But enjoys it he does, I just lay back watching him & sigh…

I also use the couch,

Daddy says that is my personal bed,

I like it up there so in the dark, on me he does not trip,

Most times he does so and screams as he falls, saying ouch…

I also stay far away from the electric heater,

It could singe my fur, so daddy does say,

Daddy does love my fur, on weekends he does brush it,

Making it soft and much, much neater…

© Rufuz J 2.18.2007