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 Bob the cat. When I Was Young! When I was young, on the carpet I wee'd, I spent all my Sundays getting de-flea'd. The sofa was always my best scratching post, and my favourite food was the scraps from the roast. As I grew up I found all sorts of places to loll, but the best was always my Mum's fruit bowl. Now I am bigger and know the house rules, I make sure I do all this when they are out... the fools! Jane Webb  Back to Cat Poems |
