Cats with rending petitions
Their fill of fellowship earn.
Or is it through another hunger
Do they more heartily yearn?
Tireless at what is rated
No occupation at all!
Always a sleep appointment
From a lap as I recall.
Borrowed of, the suspicion.
Possessing is the fact!
When one, by claws, did satisfy
Feigned a pleasure to react.
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