That poem (original) was my favorite in second grade. I go to people's homes for my job and their cats just get under my feet, climb on me, and plaster themselves up against me. I totally ignore them, after tossing them off of me, but they just come back for more. Hope you didn't get bruised up.
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Date: 1/27/09 01:30 pm (UTC)Laurie