Pussie dear I don't understand , you didn't take my warning
now I've found you in my bed and the sheets were changed this morning
your purring it is mocking me in fact it is quite scorning
next to you all snuggled up is the one I love the best
I can see your love for he your paw is on his chest
and as he gently strokes your fur your eyes on me do rest
you arch your back then quickly on all fours
with whiskers wet and spitting you move toward the doors
"much to late" I yell and cry, then strike you with my nails. I mean Claws
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