Cottonballs can’t compare,
to the grey trousers which Fluffy wears.
She walks about with graceful feet,
never quite missing a beat.
She loves to snuggle in her human’s arms,
or tucked in the hay, safe and warm.
But the thing that she loves most,
is the kitchen indoors,
where the humans
make beef pot roast.
Clara, Love the poem on Fluffy, Should the title say Fluffy is a cat or do you think everyone will know or doesn’t it matter. Love, Dad
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