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Who put the
teeth marks in my curtain,
Those tiny
pin-like holes.
I know I didn't
do it,
So, who do you
suppose?
And there sits
Miss Innocence,
In all her
guilt-free glory.
Wide-eyed, as if
to say to me,
"Wait now -
hear my story."
"The
curtain fell into my mouth,
As I passed by
last night.
I did what any
cat would do,
I opened up and
took a bite."
"I thought
it was alive, you see,
When it scraped
across my back.
I needed to
defend myself,
I launched at
curtain cat attack."
"A likely
story," I thought aloud
"After all,
why were you on that sill?
You know that is
against the law,
Cats don't do
windows - never will."
Again her
innocence eked out,
Though she
looked with some disdain.
"Why do you
always pick on me?
Is there no one
else to blame?"
With that, she
turned and left the scene,
Her tail
straight in the air.
A look of smug
complacence then,
I don't think
she even cared.
Now, holy
curtains hang there,
That I can't
begin to mend.
Ever seen a cat
gum cat food?
Well, you may
soon, my friend!
Virginia (Ginny)
Ellis
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