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My Lap-Top

(published in "Pets' LifeLine", July 1997)

They say we didn't have them
For a hundred thousand years;
We fought and slept and hunted
And listened to our fears.

I can't imagine life so harsh,
No comfort, warmth or play,
But give me my old Lap-Top
And I'm happy all the day.

Perhaps I should describe her,
For she really is a find;
She has umpteen meg of memory,
It really blows my mind.

She is in the local network,
A database supreme,
An hour with her and I feel like
The cat that got the cream.

An evening by the fireside
Is my idea of bliss.
I knead and purr and drool a bit
(My lips weren't made to kiss).

I stretch out on my Lap Top
And she strokes me all the while.
If I had been a Cheshire cat
I'm sure that I would smile.