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Red cats, Tabby cats,
hungry cats abound; Litter box is a mess, to that I’ll get around. Loving cats, cuddly cats, on the counter? NO! Walking through my living room, “someone’s gotta go! Clean the mess, feed the rest, boxes are their toys; Love’s the motivation, purring is the joy.
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