If diamonds are a girl’s best friend, then
why do I prefer the presence of a cat?
Maybe because diamonds do not purr when scratched behind their ears. They don’t stretch when waking from a long nap in a sun-filled corner.
Diamonds do not pounce on one’s chest first thing on a Sunday morning, nor do they paw gently at one’s nose as a way of saying, “get up lazy human and feed me!”
If diamonds are a girl’s best friend, then why haven’t they learned to keep me warm by crawling into my lap and slowly circling one, two, three times before settling into a cozy ball of fluff?
Diamonds cannot possibly be a girl’s best friend since they have yet to learn how best to chase a stuffed mouse or to bat around a ball of yarn.
Diamonds are amazingly incompetent at leaping on top of the refrigerator or at meowing for treats. Diamonds are totally unable to arch their backs or to leave cat hair on a favorite pair of black pants.
Diamonds have their place, I suppose, but I’d much rather have a cat.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
On the other hand, you don’t have to clean up a diamond’s litter box and the male ones will never spray even if you never castrate them…
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You know, I have to admit you’re right. But the litter box and spray topics weren’t all that poetic.
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