Wild and Mean Rusty
I wouldn't take in any cats that scratch and fret,
even if they gave me them for free and begged;
wild and mean Rusty was my first and only cat:
I hated when his red hair started to shed.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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