I like being part of this family,
The way the cats stand their ground when I pass
but sometimes let me close,
and look out the window with me.
I like it when Mom plays with me,
and throws my Sock Monkey onto the couch
and I chase it and bring it back
I like the food here, even though it's the same every day
It's tastes good, I think,
when I take the time to taste it
I like my yard, and the birds,
except when I catch them
then things get weird,
and I feel wild
Like before,
When I didn't have a home
and I felt wild every day
And I didn't like it,
Not at all.
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