Her colours shine from day to day, bringing life and love to one another.
Without her knowing her effect, she crowds you with her love.
Although, she also powders you with more hair than you ever knew possible.
Your clothes will start to moult away, with no desire to fight away the hair that sticks to your fibres.
You try and try to get rid of the hairs on your shorts, with tape after tape, you stick and unstick. You waste sellotape pulling the hair from your clothes, soon you just give up.
You live in a house full of fur, and with every try to get rid of the fur, it comes back harder.
You are surrounded, it is a never-ending cycle of fur.
You walk, with them beside you, them sniffing around on the floor, etching to find something to eat. They waggle their tails, calling out for their dinner. And with every walk we go on, they stare at you, waiting for treats to be fed to them.
Every "good girl" you say, makes her want more.
Be prepared, that when she sleeps, she either takes up all the space in your bed or sleeps on your face.
Yes, the fur is toxic, but the love we show her, the love she gives us, is better and means more to us all.
She is our gorgeous girl, our poopy, our looney poon.
She is called Luna, but do we call her that? Not always. But she still answers.
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