I have a friend who comes to sit with me
She brightens my day, as I sip my tea.
She never frowns at an unwashed dish
Knowing that I’ll clean them when I wish!
The dust on my floor never turns her head
And she just smiles at my unmade bed.
While she’s waiting for me to end my chat
She kisses my neck, she’s a true friend–my cat.
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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