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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.

My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak,

Tom Baker’s scarf, a woollen rainbow sprawled.
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.

Curls of whiskers frame his face, bespoke,
Green eyes gleam, Time Lord wisdom recalled.
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak.

Paws pad softly, ‘cross sheets white as chalk,
His weight, a comfort, as my fever crawled.
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.

Tail swishing, he chases foes unseen, no joke,
Sonic meows echo, Daleks appalled.
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak.

His velvet nose nuzzles, a gentle poke,
Whiskers tickle as closer he’s called.
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.

In sickness’s gloom, his presence evoked
Warmth and joy, my spirits overhauled.
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak,
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.