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Cats ChristmasThe leaves have fallen from the trees.They blew away and died. I guess that's why my human pets have brought a tree inside. And then they hung up colored balls and lovely things that dangle, and colored lights that gleam and glow and silvery things that spangle. Such lovely toys for cats to play with, the stockings! and the wreath! And boxes wrapped in crinkly paper piled up underneath. The paper's just for cats to tear, ribbons for us to chase. And the boxes, once they're emptied, make a snuggly resting place I think it's sweet each year they give our furry kind our due, and deck the halls with kitty toys. (I hope they have fun, too.) I hope that as the year goes by, they too can have such pleasure -- a hearth, a skritch, a skittering squirrel, warm laps and love to treasure. ||Marylaine Block|| |
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