Everyday you are either at home sleeping on your chair or in your nest of weeds, sleeping in the neighbour's garden or in the orchard catching birds!
Ears back, tail up, about to pounce, BONG! Got the birdie.
Loopy and lovable. Like a sloth sleeping, sleeping and more sleeping.
I don't get it!
Xtraordinary, very blonde.
This is my poem called Neelix. It is an acrostic poem about my cat.