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Cats, round balls of fur. They move only in blurs. Does my vision deceive?, Godspeed. A cat zooming by at topspeed.
Once upon a time There was a little kitten Who was very different From the others in her litter She was born in a barn
Cowering in the corner six feet underground, Sapphire blue eyes pleading, Pleading to be found Parents heard cries From the helpless, Helpless creature stuck In the sewer, out of luck
Monday morning comes again Dreadful As my eyes open, there sits a figure White as snow; A kitten
A soft little kitten My finger he has bitten Yet I simply grin. I hold him tenderly Hoping he'll purr to me Sleeping under my chin. Striped oranger face and white paws
What are you doing, little creature, with your tiny, furry paws and wide, shining eyes full of bright energy? With your tiny, furry paws, you swat at the tassels, full of bright energy,
Here comes the kitty cat Pitter pat, pitter pat. Searching for a willing hand To pet and scratch his back He squeezes through my doorway And I see his long tail sway.
The tiny pink pads of your feet putter against my skin like distracted fingertips drumming out a playful tune --- consistent, assuring ---- leaving paw prints on my heart in the sweetest of ways.