December 2nd 2012 3:05 pm
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I wrote this poem about 5 years ago.

Casey is my oldest cat
He is my baby
And I tell him that

He is sixteen years old
He is king of the roost
He is very bold
He never wants let loose

Casey likes to chew on Hobbes
But Sammy gets him back
Shelby just sits back and takes a look
While Hobbes says "Ack!"

Molly is the queen of the roost
But Casey she is afraid of
I guess because how big
He is compared to her

Casey gives me kitty kisses
He butts his head into my lips
How sweet is this?

Casey talks to me when I come close
He meows and purrs with delight
All I can say is, "He is mine and I am proud."
He is my light