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You never feed me. Perhaps I'll sleep on your face. That will sure show
you.
You must scratch me there! Yes, above my tail! Behold, elevator butt.
Grace personified. I leap into the window. I meant to do that.
Blur of motion, then, silence. Me, a paper
bag. What is so funny?
The mighty hunter returns with gifts
of plump birds -- your foot
just squashed one.
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You're always typing.
I sit on your keyboard. Try
to ignore me now.
I stick my head
into this small cardboard box.
You cannot see me. Ha!
Terrible battle. I fought for hours. Come see! What's a 'term paper'?
I want to be close to you. Can I fit my head inside your armpit?
I scream, let me go outside. Oh, no, you did. Quick,
let me back inside!
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Humans are so strange. Mine lies still in bed, then screams. My claws
are not that sharp.
The Big Ones snore now, Every room is dark and cold. Time for "Cup
Hockey"
We're almost equals I purr to show I love you Want to smell my butt?
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