The choosing of Jazzie

A basket of inquisitive kittens
A roomful of baskets the same
One of these kittens to be mine
One of these kittens to name

From this basket the young minds call to me
Will you help us learn more of our world
One ginger one brown one pure white
One black in a corner curled

As I watched it opened its eyes
Whispered in thought to me
Will you be my best friend
Share everything with me

Care for, feed and shelter me
Call me your favourite by name
I knew then that this one would be
Mine, and so remain.

I wasn't obsessed with telepathic cats at one point, really I wasn't...
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