He is a great big long-haired loving cat,
Maine Coon is his breed.
Worshiped in Egypt, so they say.
A noble creature indeed.
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Luxurious fur and mighty tail,
Handsome whiskers, paws and claws,
Gorgeous coat and silent walk,
Forever in and out of doors.
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He doesn’t like loud noises,
He’s really not a fan.
He hides beneath the sofa.
And he hates the mower man!
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He proudly goes by the name of ‘Rain’,
But a subtle problem lies within,
For when we call him in the garden,
Neighbours rush out to bring their washing in.
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Banging into ankles in the kitchen,
Always tripping over him,
Giving meows of near starvation,
Then eating food on a whim.
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Settling down in the evening,
Curling on my loved one’s lap.
TV news reports go by unseen
While they both take a nap.
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Sometimes, when I’m most in need,
He settles on my patio chair.
We have an understanding.
I can use it when he’s not there.
All in all, he’s a good old mate,
While with some things he tends to lack,
I often express my views on things,
And he never answers back!