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Seventeen cats are what we see.
Each one different to a degree,
Buddy, Mama, Peppy, and Le-Pew,
These are what, we named a few.
Seventeen cats, now what to do.
How to feed them, we had no clue,
They are Ferrell, wild and scared.
Scrapping, for food they appeared.
Six big, seven little, four just born,
Hungry, lost, looking so forlorn,
Feeding them is definitely a chore.
Now, oh so many trips to the store,
We have no choice, we feed them all.
Unfortunately, they are sick, we saw.
One walks away, into the woods, alone.
Never to be seen again, Natures condone.
More and more leave, at different times.
What a shame, they did no crimes.
Animals are our, precious humanities guild.
Without any compassion, humanity cannot build.