to her cat.
it wasn't much,
it wasn't much,
but enough
to make her children
to make her children
want to kill
the cat,
the cat,
all nine lives at once.
the cat lived
the cat lived
for years in comfort,
on pillows of silk,
dining on
sardines
and buttermilk.
it never really cared
about its wealth.
it was a just a cat.
but the will
but the will
said so much else
about who had died
about who had died
and who
was left behind.
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