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Serena, when she’s sleeping, is the sleepiest cat in the world.

She likes her basket in the sun,
and a nice warm bed when day is done.
She stretches first and turns around
and only then she settles down.
But then she’ll sleep the whole day through,
with just a little break or two.

Serena, when she’s eating, is the hungriest cat in the world.

She’s hungry in the morning,
but at least she gives us warning
that she’s ready for her breakfast there and then.
She’s patient as she can be,
but her stomachs getting angry
and she thinks she’s had no food since who knows when.

Serena, when she’s playing, is the happiest cat in the world.

First she’s here and then she’s there
and, in fact, she’s everywhere,
from her cat tree to the highest thing in sight.
She’ll wrestle with her mouse,
but she won’t destroy the house,
though it often seems, at times, perhaps she might.

Serena, when she’s preening, is the prettiest cat in the world.

She’s not your usual Tabby, this remarkably fine Abby,
with her beauty mark of white beneath her chin.
She’ll primp and comb and preen, ‘till she’s certain that she’s clean;
 her ablutions are almost sure to make you grin.
She’s as pretty as a flower and were it within my power
there wouldn’t be a show she wouldn’t win.

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