They call me tiny
By tiny poet
they call me tiny they pet my fur for my lunchtime meal i rely on her when im in a good mood i rub against her leg she thinks im being sweet but its only an atempt to beg im smaller than the rest i have a button nose sometimes im so hungry i want to chew on her toes i growl at other kitties my meows sound like squeeks when it comes to being a cat im anything but meek im grey with black stripes i have big ears when i come around i bring sunshine and cheer. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 03:38 PM PST 0 • 10
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