I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw

Was a large ball of gray fur I call my pet.

The wonderful little creature God gave me

To be my friend with a nose that’s wet.

There’s only one thing wrong with her

It seems she missed some kitten schooling,

She must have been asleep and dreaming

The day that they taught that cats

Tend to be aloof and scheming.

Unlike so many cats she acts more like a canine

Following me everywhere I go just like a puppy dog

And heaven forbid she should sleep anywhere

But on my pillow like a log

For seven years she’s been my best confidant

Listening to the poems I write

Oft with seemingly rapt attention

In the middle of the afternoon or the dead of night

She’s not my harshest critic

I assure you it’s not by choice

She doesn’t understand the words

She just loves my voice.

I can honestly say she has one other fault

It matters not which side she’s on

She simply hates closed doors

If she had her way, every door in the house would be gone.

My friends, if you every need a true friend

Take a trip to the nearest animal pound

Because that is where my best friend

I found.

©2016 Bobbi Duffy