Bea-Bea

Torty-Tabby in my lap

Bea-Bea in my lap,

Padding in my lap.

Bea-Bea in my lap,

You want to take a nap.

What do you think about that?

*meow* *meow*

You’re so cool,

You’re so fine,

You’re such a little swine.

You’re so sweet,

You’re so nice,

You make me play with your dice.

You have eyes all aglow, you always want to know.

You want this and you want that, you're our Torty-Tabby cat.

What the hell do you think about that?

*meow* *meow*

You like to purr and sometimes murr,

You smell good, you smell like fur.

Bea-cat in the window seat,

You’ve got such crutiful feet.

You’ve got a brown spot above your heart,

We never want to be apart.

You always wake us up,

And like to drink from my cup.

You want loving day and night,

But with us, that’s alright.

At night through the house you creep,

You wake on us when we’re asleep.

*meow* *meow*

Poem dedicated to Bea-Bea (with apologies to Genesis P Orridge)

THERE SHE IS!

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