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Tom Baker’s feline twin, jelly babies scattered like stars,
Pounces on my rumpled sheets, a furry whirlwind of glee.
His antics quell my churning stomach, soothe fever’s scars.

Boudica’s blue eyes gleam, Rīx’s coat shines like obsidian bars,
As tuxedo paws bat candied morsels, a sweet melee.
Tom Baker’s feline twin, jelly babies scattered like stars.

My room’s air thick with eucalyptus balm from afar,
Yet his scent — sun-warmed fur and mischief — wafts free.
His antics quell my churning stomach, soothe fever’s scars.

Seal-point, ebony, and tuxedo — my feline memoirs,
Their purrs a symphony, chasing illness’s banshee.
Tom Baker’s feline twin, jelly babies scattered like stars.

Whiskers twitch, tickling my nose like guitar strings bizarre,
He offers phantom medicine, sweet as Gallifreyan tea.
His antics quell my churning stomach, soothe fever’s scars.

Laughter bubbles up, dispelling pain’s cruel tar,
As three warm bodies nestle close, a healing decree.
Tom Baker’s feline twin, jelly babies scattered like stars,
His antics quell my churning stomach, soothe fever’s scars.