How Bloody Brilliant
to be a cat.
Eat, sleep, chase.
Not a worry
in their pretty little heads.
What was that?
A bird?
A mouse?
A milk ring to chase?
Alas, I am tuckered out from my morning terror run throughout the house.
I think I'll just lay here
lick my pristine coat
and bask in the sunbeam.
Then you can feed me
pet me
and be on your way.
I have business to tend to.
Ah yes.
The life of a house cat.
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