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Jackson My Jackson!

I know you must have the soul of a dove,
You’re always purring and cooing with love.

Then there you go, tearing around the house.
That’s your sister stupid, there is no mouse.

Come on! Get your foot outta my plate.
I put out your food, and you just ate.

My keyboard! Lo
ok at what you’ve written!
You’re testing me, you pesky kitten.

Your fur so soft rubs against my leg.
I’m putty, can’t resist when you beg.

You know you are spoiled! What do you want now?
I’ll give you some milk…. not buying the cow.

You look at me with soft golden eyes,
OH! Whatever!..No limit!..The skies!
Cecelia 2009