My black cat, sleek as a snake,
climbs on to the coffee table beside me.
I take everything off to give him room.
He gazes mournfully into my eyes
swishing his long tail.
I think his arthritis is playing up again.
Tomorrow he gets his monthly injection.
It keeps him light on his feet.
I wish I could get one for mine.
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