The lovely girls with whom I sleep,
Have always been a special treat.
They listen to my many troubles,
And never try to bust my bubbles.

They are warm and gentle, loving and kind,
Girls like these are hard to find.
On lonely days, when I’m feeling blue,
They are not fickle, but always true.

We share the bed, each has a place,
They never fight for the others space.
They come to me when ever I call,
The three of us then have a ball.

I won’t mention the names of these girls,
But neither has a lock of curls.
One is a Pappillion, the other a Tabby.
When we’re together, we’re extremely happy.

I love my girls,
March 11, 2011