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there were yellow cats in Willow's sinks, gray cats on the stairs
Cats in the kitchen, next to the frig, you were caught unawares
kittens in the pantry, an old gray tom on the stove.
they spilled out of the windows into the large apple grove.

how can you live with all of these creatures? her mother said.
An withered old hair-sparse tabby hissed at the woman’s head.
Her daughter laughed and said “Don’t mind old Red.”
Then she began opening tin cans, for she kept her creatures fed.

They ran in from the stable, they ran in from the barn.
Hearing that tin open, brought them in from balls of yarn.
They fought and spit and snarled as they fought over their cat food.
Putting Willow's outraged mother into a worse more angry mood.

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