Jeff sent me this poem in August 2007.

I think it's quite apropos today because Sailor scratched my nose two days ago. I contend that it was not his fault because he was overexcited from playing under the table with a towel that was dangling down and he just didn't expect to have anything, let alone my face, suddenly appear within claw range. He's very sensitive, you know.

(indulgent mother smiles nervously and wonders if anyone believes her)

Jeff's poem (one of many!):

I have a friend name Scooter
He really likes my computer
He likes to watch the screen
It's really quite the scene

He likes to walk on my back
it's like a love attack
He likes to bite my toes
He even bites my nose

I have a friend name Scooter
He just couldn't be cuter
His real name is Sailor
but nothing rhymes with Sailor

:)

Copyright 2007 Jeff Wignall