I have a cat
I have a cat
That is unfriendly
My skin their claw mat
Claws that claw a-plenty
I have a feline
Looks of silvery gray
Slips of maroon along it’s chine
Tips of fur starting to fray
I have a cat
I always tell my friend
I have a feline
But the inquisitive stares never end
I have a cat
The last thing I see
It’s eyes gleaming at
The blood dripping out of me
She said she had a cat
How were we to know
She never had a cat
It was a razor that made those neat rows
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