Best Friend
By Samara C
She talks too much.
When she’s inside my room. Or out.
When she’s hungry. Or not.
Always forever chatty.
She makes me happy. Makes me smile. A lot.
She likes to cuddle up and sleep next to me. A lot.
I take silly photos of her. And send them to my family.
My mum shouts at her for being naughty.
She likes to jump up on the kitchen bench. And sit in the sink.
She cleans our kitchen floors, for free.
Strangely, she doesn’t like going outside, even when it's sunny.
She sits by the sliding door, wanting to be let back in.
She’s not fond of strangers. Unless they offer pats.
Funny she’s become my best friend.
From being found by mum and dad as a sick little kitten
On the side of the road.