I remember when I had two cats

and their names were Crystal, and Oreo.

Crystal was smart and sweet as ice cream

on a hot summer day. Oreo was as sweet as an Oreo cookie, he looked like one too.

I remember when I got them. I was

at a friend's house when I got Oreo,

He was in a big tin can. He looked

like a living puff ball at the bottom.

My brother Cliff, or Clifford,

gave Crystal to me. When I saw her

I wanted no other kitten in the world,

I made a good choice. As they grew

we became more attached to each other.

So attached that whenever I would cry,

Crystal and Oreo would be two little black

and white all fluffy and slick trying

to make me feel better.