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Nov 12
Crossing the room like an acrobat
never touching ground.

Crazy Cat found my lap,
landing without a sound.

Kneading my belly,
claws in my skin,
hurts like hell my little friend.

I grin and bare it,
rubbing his head,
Sinatra is saying it's time for bed.

He tucks his paws under his chin
and casts his blue eyes on mine.

Goodnight, sleep tight,
rest in peace baby boy,
everything is fine.
Sinatra was my cat he was taken in off the street at the estimated age of 3.
He died of feline AIDS about 2 years later. He was the first an only cat I ever had as a pet. I was always a dog person. Sinatra changed my opinion of cats forever. I still miss him.
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Todd Sommerville
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Todd Sommerville  60/M/United States
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