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| You never feed me. |
| Perhaps I'll sleep on your face. |
| That will sure show you. |
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| You must scratch me there! |
| Yes, above my tail! Behold, |
| elevator butt. |
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| In deep sleep hear sound |
| cat vomit hairball somewhere |
| will find in morning |
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| Grace personified |
| I leap into the window |
| I meant to do that |
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| Blur of motion, then -- |
| Silence, me, a paper bag. |
| What is so funny? |
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| Litter box not here |
| You must have moved it again |
| I'll crap in the sink |
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