Floor, the meat eating lady.

     Every now and then she comes to visit us. 

She is charming, some say, 

she is cute, some say, 

she eats my meat and cookies, I say.

I have to get up in time to take this lady for a walk.

I have to be in time home, because she's waiting.

I have to take her in my beautiful car and hope she won't get sick.

I have to buy extra meat and cookies, because she likes to eat that.

I have to make room for her because she likes to lay on her own  pillow or in her own basket.

We are all there to serve her and the funny part of it is that we seem to like it, 

for a while, 

and than she goes back to her home.