Tales of whiskers

I have a cat who is namely 'Tom' 
He is a cat who never lets anyone to pat!
He feels proud of himself when I 
Call him "cat burglar"!
His walks filled with pride with 
Those tiny little paws,
Of course, he has no flaws!
He looks like a lion which is little
Who never Let the bell in his collar to settle!
I wonder how does he fits himself in boxes
And never imagined little spaces!
He makes the ailurophiles(cat persons)
To think that they have a blessed pair of ears to hear his pretty meownings!
He only sleeps in fluffy pillows which 
Makes me question "isn't he already fluffy?" 
He makes a saying come true, that is, 
         "A DOG IS ALWAYS A PROSE 
              BUT A CAT IS A GOOD POETRY"                                                               

    

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  1. UnknownAugust 30, 2020 at 6:38 AM

    WOW!!! CATS!!!🐱🐈I love all Ur poem!u r an excellent writer!! ❤️❤️

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