Little cat

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Plat plat plat

Little feet pad down the hall

Scritch scratch Scritch scratch

Pointy claws tear at my door frame

Purrowl? Purrowl? Purrowl?

A loud voice yells in the dark

Smip Smip Smip Smip

Glass-like

amber-green eyes

glint and blink

from afar

He wants in when he's out

And out when he's in

Pet me! He calls

No thanks,that's enough after two strokes

Prufe Prufe Prufe

His silken fur swishes through my fingers

Mierul Mierul Mierul Mierul

He yearns to leave yet again

Plat plat plat

There he goes

Goodbye, little cat

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