She struts around with beauty
In darkness and in light
Alert at any disturbance
This maincoon has no fight.
A subtle rustle of a plastic bag
Causes her eyes to meet their fear
Scampering into the distance
On her body, sticks up every hair.
We try to reassure, and without success
Whatever will we do?
Our adored Matilda for you
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