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  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

A basketful of cat

My desk won’t do without

A ball of butterfat

Regarding me with doubt

Editing as I write

With her didactic purr

She thinks my words are trite

While sweetening her fur.

But what am I to say

When she upsets the keys

And all the letters play

Loving that little tease

Who softens her critique

To purchase a caress

A tigress playing meek

And interfering less.

 
 
 

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