Now Cinder's a contented cat,
a real hunter I will say that.
She's not afraid of mice or rat.
It's tit for tat, it's tit for tat.
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She's purrrfect weight no bit of fat.
And loves a cuddle or a pat.
Does backflips like an acrobat.
Fun to look at, fun to look at.
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This gray mouse is her fav'rite toy.
Almost looks like the real mccoy.
Filled with catnip oh boy, oh boy.
Brings her such joy, brings her such joy.
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Cinders got claws like a sawmill.
Likes to look out the windowsill.
Won't see "no blinds here" never will!
All in landfill, all in landfill.
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When lunchtime comes does a ballet.
Wants her din-din without delay.
All of her meals must be gourmet.
Salmon filet, salmon filet~
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Author:
Thad Wilk (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 13th, 2024 09:38
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