kitty cat active

Our Cleo is mad...

Been here

Sixteen years,

and she doesn't know

That she's supposed to be old

For a cat.

She should be just snoozing

All day on the couch,

 but she darts and she pounces

On toggles, hair bobbles

and odd bits of paper

she spies on the floor

or under the door.

She eats like a trooper

Her appetite super.

Oh Cleo, sweet Cleo.

You're ever so daft

And you make us laugh.

Mad Cleo

Our cat.

The End

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