BORRIS
Oh! Pussycat with soft, white fur
Let me hear you meow and purr;
While Mum writes the vet a cheque
Jump up here and lick my neck.
My pussycat, if you could talk
I know you'd say I was a dork.
It's bad enough with a Dad called Morris
But whoever heard of a cat named Borris?
I'd love to let you out the door
To stop you spewing on the floor
But I'm not one for doing favours
For cats who visit all the neighbours.
Please don't eat my Mummy's chairs
And try to stop your moulting hairs.
Don't jump onto the bench in the kitchen
And make my Dad start shoutin' and bitchin'.
I saw you open the sliding door
With your itty bitty paw
So you could jump into the sink
And have an early morning drink.
Oh! Pussycat you made me cry
When you hurt your little eye
And even though we doctored you
You'll never see as good as new.
You make me laugh, you silly moggie!
When you're barking like a doggy
And jumping three feet off the ground
If, by chance, a moth you've found.
You cheeky cat, I see you sneaking
At the window where you're peeking
Waiting there till we come home
Hoping for a chicken bone.
You make my Mummy very furious
Because you're always very curious;
Checking this and sniffing that,
You're such a nosy little cat!
Oh! Pussycat, you're such a dreamer
(Until we get the vacuum cleaner).
Having you is such a thrill,
I Love you now, and always will.
for Kristy, Feb 1994
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