Letter to the Maker of Mischief

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Dear Comet the cat,

You wrecked the Christmas tree today.

Again.

Last week you ate all of the guinea pig’s hay.

You scattered all the paper clips around the office.

You attacked the vacuum.

You knocked over the bonsai.

You climbed into the couch. How?

You are a tiny tornado.

But you also curled up on my bed this morning.

You sit by the window and cry when we leave.

You sit and meow quietly by the stairs at meal time.

You hunt down wasps and leave them dead in little piles in the kitchen.

We love you.

Even if you are sometimes a pain in the tail.

Love,

Mike and his family.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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