Thoroughly Poetic Thursday.

 Today we join

Angel Sammy and brudder Teddy

Two SPOILED CAT 

at Sammy's Poetry Corner

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 Paws and Pads

Mom loves my paws 

In spite of the claws.

She says my paws are just right
they are all white except for one on

the back right. 
It has a speck of dark gray on top.

Sometimes I let her massage my pads 
Sometimes I have to holler ENOUGH, stop!

They are soft  and pink
But they don't stink this makes Mom glad.

Every night at about nine ten
 I come into the den,

I sashay up to mom who is often napping.

I stand on my back paws while reaching up

with my front paws and no claws,

 I am ever so gentle when I touch her arm.  

She says my timing is purrfect I'm her alarm.

Sometimes not often I let her carry me like a baby.

We lock eyes and do the blinky blinky to one another

With my soft pads, I touch the cheek of  Mother

to let her know I love her like no other.