Sippy the coffee. Watch the day rise. Tease the pets. Listen to the sounds of the house waking up. Wondering how my old dog can still rally for his toys and manage to have them strewn about the house in a matter of minutes. I love that the puppy in him still gives himself to all his toys. My ToyBoy. The KittyBoy, with no interest in most toys, except for a couple of finger puppets that he enjoys tossing about and then ‘drowning’ them in the water bowls, lays within the pile of collected dog toys at the window. What a pair these furry children are.
Sniff and snort, meow and hiss
Furry children give sounds like this
Dog is God, Cat is Tac
Sit around and think on that
Love them up, pet them down
Both of them like to clown around
Little dear Ones, sweet and kind
I like to torture them all the time
Make me giggle, fill up my heart
With them around life is never stark
I can only hope they never die
As is known this is a big fat lie
So love them up and tease them sweet
Furry children are such a treat
Lucky you if you have them too
Love them dearly love them true
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
a poem full of love and tenderness!
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Thank you Sharmishtha. … There is much tenderness for me in my furry children. When I seek to gather love when it’s hard pressed to rise in me, I just think of them and let the love flow toward those hard places and things and people.
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