her name was cat.
she was an old cat, not a cool a cat.
but a nervous
Nellie
kind of cat.
but she liked getting up early
to sit on
her balcony to watch the sun rise.
she told everyone that.
I told her that's wonderful,
take a picture
and send to me. so she did.
she purred, she scratched, she
arched her
back. she wanted more than
a bowl of milk,
with her sexy meow, her yellow
hair,
her green eyes that twinkled
wet in the suns glare,
but I was allergic to cats.
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