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I have acquired a kitten that

does not believe she’s a cat.

Although it is she I adore,

she’s spoiled rotten, right to the core.

I fear that now I’m a doormat.



As a kitten, she’s cute as can be,

but not while she’s climbing my knee.

Her claws are quite sharp,

however, I can’t really carp,

after all, she only loves me.



As a kitten, she is really quite grand,

so small, she fits right in my hand.

All bright eyed and wild,

quite like any small child,

she expects my notice upon her demand.



I might just have to give in,

to love her can’t be a sin.

I’ll cuddle and coo,

Play mommy (and daddy to),

and on my face, all you’ll see is a grin.