This day was not one
Made for living.
This day was not
Very forgiving.
It was one where her head
Kept her confined to bed;
The aching
And gnawing,
There was no ignoring
She cuddled her kitten instead.
This kitten was one
Made for cuddles.
This kitten could
Purr away muddles.
So they cuddled in bed,
Kitten helped with her head;
The tickles
And pawing,
Felt oh so imploring
Out of misery, fluffy paws led.
Pooky's Poems 
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THAT’S WHAT CATS,,,ARE FOR!!!! 🙂
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A PURR-FECT WAY TO FUR-THER APPRECIATION OF A KINDRED SOUL!
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Poor youPooks. I hate a bad head. You might smile if you read my latest post which is about an extreme way tp get rid of a bad head xx
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I’ll take a look. I hope it’s better now x
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